Perfume Posse

My brother and I were driving down LA’s Sunset Boulevard with the windows down on a warm afternoon early last March.  I was in town visiting from Denver at the time and I was  ready for a break from the slow thaw of spring, ready for some greenery, the smell The rest, please…

Note: Thanks everyone for playing along in the week-long Signature Scent Challenge!  I have a few final thoughts, but that post isn’t written yet and this one is. — March In a time when the generic dullness of a lot of new, department-store-level perfume releases makes my eyes bleed, I’ve The rest, please…

Hello darlings!  You’re stuck with ol’ Musette again, as Mistress March wings her way to GayP.  I promise she’ll be back soon.  I promise. Spring, where is thy sting?  I was going to complain about still  being caught in winter, then I realized this IS Spring.  Last week it was  The rest, please…

When is patchouli not patchouli? When Tom Ford puts his name on the bottle. I´ve made no secret of my stormy relationship with patchouli, and I don´t think we’ll ever achieve the sort of détente that will allow me to completely embrace the full-on sweaty, stinking glory of it. But, The rest, please…

When one sets out to narrow down to six perfumes her favorites, what she should do instead is grab a Xanax,  place her head under the pillow, hold it down firmly so nobody hears and scream until the mood passes. But I didn´t. Instead I have come up with the list of The rest, please…

As we are hitting mid-winter, the Holidays are over, and winter fatigue is setting in, instead of sitting around like Medusa, Stheno and Euryale – fighting over our one Gorgon tooth, eye and nose – we decided to be more, um, constructive. Here’s the Posse’s list of Top Ten Winter The rest, please…