Mona Di Oiro Ambre :
Cat in a Barn.
Cool light. 4am.
Blue sky. Wake up: almond breath / love.
Hypnotic charred piss.
As alien as the Japanese would have found the smell of westerners.
Juliette Has A Gun Miss Charming:
Self effacing to the point of non-existence.
Etat Libre D’Orange Fat Electrician:
Generous fuzzy crack.
Parfumerie Generale Cedre Samarcande:
Termites in maple syrup.
Profumi Di Firenze Tabacco;
tobacco + dogs + shaggy carpets + angel (= vomit)
Creed Love in Black :
Vivien Leigh. Black sable coat.
Tom Ford Velvet Gardenia:
A thousand gowns from 1955, chinchillas
Cartier So Pretty:
Bois 1920 Sutra Ylang:
Amouage Epic Man :
Lips could touch this from the first application
(but what if someone asks you what you are wearing?)
Tauer Incense Rose:
Love hate unrelenting fierce
Angela Flanders Cachou :
Rosey-eyed cherub, nibbling on marzipan.
Tresor in later life:fattened up.
Kicked off her heels.
Micallef Night Oud:
Julee Cruise, floating into the night….gorgeous.
Parfums d’Empire 3 Fleurs:
Enough to make your eyes pop out and sprout silk flowers.
Lalique Encre Noire Pour Elle:
As if feminism never happened.
Yves Saint Laurent Belle D’Opium: