Monthly Archives: August 2018

As I head off to work in an approaching typhoon…..this is what a typhoon smells like

Completely relevant : nothing has changed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dawn Spencer Hurwitz, one of the pre-eminent  independent perfumers, but one whose work I have had little access to, has just sent me about a million samples of her perfumes in the post from her studio in Colorado (more literally, probably,  in the range of about one hundred and twenty, or two hundred –  but who the hell is counting?)

 

 

 

I am mesmerized.

 

 

The eclectica!

 

 

The prolific rangeness.

 

 

 

The covering of virtually every hue in the olfactory spectrum.

 

 

 

The PROFUSION.

 

 

 

 

 

I have them all in a box, in the kitchen, and me and D will keep on trying them, like little advent calendar windows to open each night. . Albino. The Voices Of Trees ( D smells foxy as hell in Seve de Pin). The horror of Rendezvous- so scandalously animalic I could hardly believe it.  Pretty And Pink. Fumee D’Or.  A WHOLE CARNATION SERIES

 

(WHO makes five carnations??!  (One of my obsessions, as a clove maniac.) Even one is a rarity. I LOVE this approach!)

 

 

 

The convincingly emotive Japanese Collection.

 

 

 

Kyphi, with its cardamom top note and intimations of embalming ambers…..

 

 

 

 

 

An entire world of intriguing perfumed vials to wade through……

 

 

 

 

 

 

But which ones to include in the book?

 

 

 

 

I hardly know where to start.

 

 

 

 

 

Please feel free to tell me your favourites, so I can rootle them out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(I LOVE people with passion, creativity and generosity, though…………………………there are so many stingy, shallow mingers around in this world right now if you ask me: so much tedious, afraid-to-be-real bullshit, such….I don’t know……..BANALITY and ugliness and STUPIDITY  that all,: : in essence,: :  I can say for the time being is….)

 

 

 

 

 

 

HURRAH FOR DAWN SPENCER HURWITZ.