The young girl rests her focus on the maroon carpeting on the commuter
ferry to Governor's Island. Her eyes are relaxed far away.
In Hell's Kitchen, the 53 year old petite Hispanic babysitter wears a lavender silk blouse with black polka dots, and a grown out pixie haircut. The young girl embraces her, feeling her bony shoulder blades through the sheer fabric. The girl exhales and her tangled ponytail
Updated 20th January 2013 at 06:29 PM by NeonGrey
After moving in the east side of Tokyo, I've noticed a weird phenomenon in the neighborhood. When walking on a street or shopping etc, the heavy sweet scent suddenly comes out. Whenever the scent appears, there is sumo wrestler(s) around. In the east Tokyo, many sumo stables are besed on, so you can see sumo pupils are hanging around. The aroma is caused by their hair oil "Bintsuke-Abura". It is very powdery sweet and "good old" scent. I began to think it was a lucky day when
Updated 14th January 2013 at 03:07 PM by soriyama
Now that cold weather is upon (most) of us, we take in to consideration the weather when we grab for the fragrance bottles. Is there really anything you can or can't wear in the winter? Warm heat rising from your skin helps project your fragrance up and away. The other day, I applied Montale Black Aoud and took off for work. It was cold in my car, cold as I got out, but I was late, and trotted/jogged across the parking lot. While I didn't smell my Montale at all in the car and was a bit disappointed,
Afterwards, I got the idea that the smell of the old book was caused by the marbling paper flavored with Myrrh. And soon, I had an urge to get L'eau Trois (Diptyque) said to be smell of Myrrh. I had no idea about scent of Myrrh essence either L'eau Trois at that time.
I bought it via internet from us, 'cause it wasn't to be found any stores either web shops in Japan, and I got it at last.
Well, L'eau Trois, I love the aroma, but the smell is like bay leaf (laurel)
Updated 20th January 2013 at 05:26 AM by soriyama
In an art college library, A librarian introduced the book to me and said that this book had a faint scent of something wonderful.
The book was "Manuel Typographique" by Pierre Simon Fournier.
I brought it to my nose with white gloves, I barely caught the aroma something sweet and a little acerbic from the signatures. Opening the cover, it became more clear on the endpaper of the beautiful marbling-paper.
I asked the librarian how it came but he said he hadn't any