I was originally going to title this essay “Nava Sniffs TIFF”, but alas, time got away from me this week, and the “TIFF” to which I refer, The Toronto International Film Festival, is over tomorrow. I was looking forward to heading… Continue Reading
I was going to write a review of a new fragrance, Lancà´me´s Hypnà´se Senses, but instead, I´ve decided to borrow a bit of inspiration from Patty´s last post. Here´s the info if anyone is interested: Hypnà´se Senses is a scent… Continue Reading
Well, I did it; I moved to Toronto. My furniture and the rest of my belongings won’t arrive until Monday, but I’m here and it’s still a bit surreal to think that this is now my home. I realize I was… Continue Reading
Years ago, when I was a fragrance neophyte, I only wanted to smell like vanilla. That was during the early 90s before the proliferation of food-as-fragrance, and sadly, before I was able to appreciate a scent as groundbreaking as Cher´s… Continue Reading
Two weeks ago, I posted a picture of a post-spaghetti western, pre-Dirty Harry Clint Eastwood for an essay in which I compared the allure of foody/gourmand fragrances to a “fatal attraction”. The reason I chose Clint instead of Glenn Close,… Continue Reading
What is a moldy old picture of Clint Eastwood doing here on the Posse? Well, I was thinking about explaining the lure of foody/gourmand fragrances as a “fatal attraction”, but then I remembered I own a DVD copy of Play… Continue Reading
Sometimes, a big city can be welcoming, and sometimes it can wallop you with an urban blight that impacts you so profoundly, it makes you scratch your head and wonder why you love that particular place so much to begin… Continue Reading