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Any thoughts?
very interested with this egg note!
Hot Girl Summer by Meg Thee Stallion
Usually I stay away from celebrity fragrances but idkkkk this seems really lovely! The bottle is amazing too!
Miss Tranchant by Hilde Soliani
Anyone tried this? I love a butter note - i’m very intrigued
the smell of a new car/sun hitting your skin/cinnamon in coffee/water fountains/ creaky wood floors/driving to your lovers house/velvet couches/a pile of books/new perfume/silver rings/blue velvet/small crystals/a scrunchie on a girl’s wrist/faded tattoos/roses/the feeling when your plane touches down/disposable cameras/chipped nailpolish/watching your favorite movie for the first time with someone new/developing film/the smell of antique shops/denim jackets/the sound of a printer/walking up to your door/blue nail polish/home grown peppers/bonsai trees/church basements/the startchy smell of rice/fresh strawberries and chocolate/sitting outside with your friends/the echos on the walls in an empty room/sleeping with the windows open/ritas soft serve/the sound of thunder at night/a manilla envelope/opening up letters/clean glasses/you saying my name
Vestibule Ataraxia Perfumery, anyone tried this?
I’m sitting on a balcony. The air is fresh, aromatic. There’s a garden below, lush and full of herbs and a single mandarin tree. The orange stands out against the green. Ivy and laurels creep up the marble of the balcony and the day is so clear. I have a bowl of figs next to me and my fingers smell sweet like the fruit. I am hidden from the world but very much a part of the living organism that is earth.
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This is a new favorite scent. Something about this is so addicting, green, and new. The marble note is my favorite - it brings so much mineral and fresh dimension to this lush scent. To me it doesn’t give Christmas at alllll, especially with the hint of orange.
Beautiful scent. I want a full bottle so bad!
Last summer, I wrote about peaches. Sticky sweet like the love I was in. This summer, I am not writing poems, comparing my feelings to sweet summer fruit. The winter was… rough, to say the least. My heart was shattered, and I was adrift in a cloud of my own misery. I spent many days at my desk (unsuccessfully) holding back tears. The mistake of sleeping with my ex twice after breaking up kept all my pieces apart for longer than I needed to. That decision was foolish anyway; I knew it would hurt me.
(Isn't it funny how we engage in situations where the outcome will almost always be bad, yet a sliver of hope still lingers, deluding us. Lust and longing and love…sigh.)
Summer arrives again, and I am untethered and not weighed down by heartbreak. In fact, my heart is slowly opening up. Not the same, it won’t ever be the same. That’s a fact I’ve chewed over many times before deciding to swallow. Now I’m here, almost a year out from that initial heartbreak, and I’m relatively healed. Relatively happy. There are lilies in full bloom in front of me, enveloping me with a sweet smell. I brought them home last week, and they’re finally blooming. It’s sticky in the house, but I can’t do anything about it. I live in the house my mother grew up in, but it doesn’t look the same.
Summer looks different when you aren’t madly in love. I am attempting to look through rose-colored glasses, but only for myself. I’ve been chasing after fleeting feelings, like the one I had pulling out of Wawa the other day. The sunset was just right, and the smell in the air brought me back to a summer when I was a child. I could imagine running barefoot with other kids in my neighborhood. I could hear the parents chatting in the background. It was such a fleeting, distinct memory, brought about by a specific amalgamation of sensations. Somehow, I’m 27 in a new car that I’m paying for, and somehow I am a wild-haired child running until her lungs give out.
So I am trying to fall madly in love with the things I love - reading, photography, writing, fragrance, and my friends. I want to try exotic fruits and maybe share them with a lover. I want to go to the beach and read with my feet in the sand. I want to devour books while I sweat in the sun. I want to write more and maybe push myself out of my creative comfort zone. I want to maybe make money doing the things I love.
I will still eat sticky-sweet peaches and enjoy them deeply.
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Wrote this awhile ago, not sure where to post on here so it’s just going on my page
Patate Douce des Caraïbes et Carotte d'Afghanistan by Buly 1803
It’s a dusky spring night and you step outside of the crowded, boisterous bar for a breath of fresh air and a smoke. It’s been a fun night, you’re a few drinks in. The vanilla perfume you doused yourself in is overpowered by the jasmine creeping around the corner of the bar. You light up a cigarette and inhale deeply. It’s a beautiful night.
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I haven’t found a scent by Amouage I haven’t liked yet, damn these prices!
This is the perfect marriage between feminine and masculine. Floral jasmine meets a delicious vanilla tobacco The sharp elemi brings everything together on the dry down, encapsulating this scent.
My newsletter is a mix of prose and fragrance reviews. I’m going to make my new goal to post twice a week, once of each. Review and creative writing.
I also am going to try and up my notes engagement! Hope it goes well.
“From New Orleans to Nashville. Night drive. 5:47 AM
Day is barely breaking over the Mississippi Delta. The radio plays a blues. The blue note creates this magical contrast between light & darkness, joy & melancholy.
An aromatic & luminous bergamot, geranium, vetiver chord slides towards low & deep frequencies cedar, ambroxan & musk notes
An amplified wood. Woody, aromatic, electric.”
I love this scent. It’s masculine in all the perfect ways. The vetiver is so lovely and it’s a calming scent i can also wear out and about.
Amongst other savory scents I’ve been obsessed with recently, rice has crept its way up. There is something comforting and addictive about the starchy, subtly fragrant scent.
Many rice scents end up being an overglorified vanilla, which I can literally find anywhere. I want starch and powder. I want a steamy aroma. I want to feel like I’m standing right above the rice cooker.
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Jasmine Rice by d.Grayi is self-described as “an amber rice scent with a floral shade of tea. Jasmine rice is a staple in every Vietnamese household and I (perfumer) wanted to create a composition that celebrates it. This scent encapsulates a nostalgic experience of coming home to the smell of freshly cooked jasmine rice alongside brewed black tea.”
I am absolutely obsessed with this scent. The first spray is pure rice powder and amber, with massive projection that honestly took me by surprise. The starchy-ness is delectible alongside the hint of black tea. I want to wake up, roll over, and smell this scent. I want to walk into my house at night and smell this scent.
Somehow, the drydown gets even more powdery, but not to the point where it's chemical or smells like a cleaning product. The jasmine begins to creep in, making the sweetness really settle into the skin. However, I would never call this a sweet scent. It just hints at it. It’s very fresh, slightly floral, and lets every note shine in its own right.
I was so happy when I finally ordered this full bottle because I kept running through samples. My only complaint is that I wish the initial projection had stayed around a little longer. The bottle is adorable, and the smell is one of my favorites. I can’t recommend this enough
love my ladies
BORNTOSTANDOUT, d’Annam, and d.grayi