• Recent Features

      ScentTrunk aims to make fragrance purchases easier for men

      Three students from Queen's University in Canada have launched ScentTrunk – a subscription ...read more

      Speaking with Antonio Alessandria in Milan

      During the last edition of Esxence (the perfume exhibition held last March in Milan) the ...read more

      Interviewing Mark Buxton (The Fun Edition)

      I arrive 15 minutes ahead of schedule at Roullier White, despite having battled my way through ...read more

      Addicted: 10 Years On and Still a Rambling Fragrance Junkie, or a Letter to Basenoters

      Dear Basenoters, Once upon a time I was bored at work and jonesing (North American slang for ...read more

      Greatest Hits : Christine Nagel

      Originally a research chemist, Christine Nagel has worked at Firmenich, Creations Aromatiques, ...read more
    • Liz Upton

      by Published on 14th November 2008 09:14 PM

      You might not recognise Michael Boadi’s name, but you’ve almost certainly seen his work. Boadi has a background in high-fashion hair – names like Chanel, Gucci, Etro and Missoni litter his CV, and he’s worked his magic on the iconic scalps of Kate Moss, Madonna, and Jennifer Lopez.

      by Published on 1st September 2008 01:51 PM

      Zephyr is a big dog. I met him a month ago and a few thousand miles away, but as I shut my eyes, it is as if he's lying on the carpet in front of me. He's rolling on his back, encouraging me to rub his pinkly dogsome tummy, and he smells very strongly and wetly canine. His master, Christopher Brosius, would understand this hallucinatory kind of scent memory - in this case sparked by some smears of doggy smell that rubbed off my hands onto my notebook and seem to have been fixed by something on the scent test strips I have tucked into the cover. Brosius' perfumery is all about lucid and occasionally startling scent memories and illusions. The vials in his shop are magic portals which allow you to revisit your grandmother's tomato greenhouse, experience a worm's-eye view of a luminous flower or stamp your way through a hot, mulchy forest; all standing in a bare room with your eyes tightly shut and your nose twitching with surprise.
      by Published on 20th June 2008 08:22 PM

      Some years ago, I used to work in an office with a guy who didn't wash. There is no subtle way of saying this: he stank.

      The odour of a human body is complicated. It's not all armpits and stale sweat; most of your pheromones are produced by the oil glands on the scalp, and my old colleague had oil glands aplenty. There is (excuse me for the indelicacy) that groiny smell particular to men - women have their own smell too. And there are feet, and farts, and untold grotty things trapped in bodily crevices. My ex-colleague announced himself with a loud smell before he entered the room, and stayed there for a long time after he'd left.
      by Published on 25th March 2008 06:45 PM

      Let’s face it. If you’re a regular Basenotes user – if you keep tabs on your growing collection using the wardrobe, if you participate in the community to crow about your latest buy, and if you use the directory to research all your fragrance purchases – odds ...
      by Published on 20th December 2007 09:11 PM

      Oud is a note I fell in love with long before I found out what it was. About ten years ago, in search of some Lebanese ingredients for a dinner party, I found myself standing rigid in the middle of the pavement, trying to locate a curiously wonderful smell. My Lebanese grocer was in a predominantly middle-eastern area of London, and all the women around me were hidden behind identical black hijabs and niqabs. One of them, though, stood out from the crowd. There was no reason I should have noticed her among the other women; she wasn't ...