Fragrance, Musings

Last night I wore Musc Ravageur

“You smell divine” the host said while opening the door of his apartment to this cold wreck of a man. A waltz of raised eyebrows on my face and a quick detour to safer topics to avoid any comment on the fragrance I was actually wearing. I simply did not mean to smell divine. I […]

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Fragrance, Musings

Last night I wore Tsar

As I roll myself in bed, equipped with the pungent kind of headache that only gin is able to deliver as well as the sinewy rasp of an evening faultily spent in a smoking area somewhere in the far east of London, elegant whiffs of powdery soap levitate drowsily from my wrists: Last night I […]

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