It's been almost 2 years now since my first foray into fragrance. I've gone from my initial, minimalist aspirations ("I just need 1 or 2") to selection-induced mania ("I gotta have 'em all!") and now to a more steady-state equilibrium ("I know what I like. That's all I need."). It's been an interesting journey so far, and I sense that my interest and knowledge is settling into a new phase.
When I bought my first bottle of fragrance, I thought to myself
Updated 4th December 2008 at 02:40 AM by echerub
It stands to reason when you know about it, and I suppose I might have thought of it sooner or later — but I would probably never have guessed its application to practical perfumery, let alone guessed the term for it: overdosage.
I read about it in Luca Turin's The Guide, in the article on Serge Lutens Bois de Violette. Because I don't know much about the history of newer women's perfumes, I didn't know about the relationships among Féminité du Bois and several other perfumes that
Updated 5th December 2008 at 05:07 AM by JaimeB
Sometimes we have to try something a little bit different to keep our edge. It's easy to fall into a rut. So when either a Sniff-'n'-Speak (SnS) or a Scent Synchronization Day (SSD) come around, I usually seize upon the opportunity to try something that I might not wear otherwise. Today was "Scared To Admit I'm Wearing It" SSD, and let me tell you - I'm scared to admit I'm wearing it. Well, maybe in real life, but not among fragrance friends. So keeping mum about my scent with everybody
A clean kitchen, dinner is cleaned away and I can smell a lemony clean smell . It's refreshing. I can smell the amber base I have on my wrists. I am playing around with labdanum, benzoin and vanilla. I like wearing the results just on it's own. I am still wearing my coat because I just got in. I can still smell the fresh air. It's funny but the dishwasher is running and the noise it is making seems to be interfering with my ability to smell. How weird is that? Is sound and smell related? I can also
Updated 26th November 2008 at 11:43 PM by RuRu
The dinner we had tonight of aduki beans, brown rice, onions and tamari.
The floor, the cold tiles and the muddy paw prints and foot prints.
The damp cold night air coming through the sliding glass doors, even though they are double glazed and shut.
Cars outside even though that is impossible and my senses are simply confused.
The ticking of the clock and the time going past.
Myself, I am wearing very little perfume, I smell of
Updated 24th November 2008 at 10:38 PM by RuRu