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spilling a spicy, fizzy, freshly cracked vanilla coke all over your grandmother’s vintage fur coat. smoky-sweet, loud, intoxicating. i can still smell this on the collar of the denim jacket i last wore five months ago 💞
Jan 27, 2024
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There have been a handful of occasions where I’ve smelled the now-discontinued shampoo my mom’s late best gay friend Jackie used (who called me his little bitch when I was growing up and taught me everything I know about style, elegance, and attitude) and it made me cry. The smells of lumber, soil, and wood varnish remind me of the countless hours spent in my childhood with my dad in the greenhouse, the back patio workshop and at various supply warehouses.
The smell of creosote in the desert rain—sorely missed and I want to buy a candle or something that replicates this because it’s my favorite scent in the world. L’Eau d’Issey Pour Homme on a shirt-collar takes me back to the warmth and security of first love and reminds me of what it feels like to be home. I’ve posted that I wear Fracas every time I want to remember a happy significant day so that’s probably my most strongly nostalgic scent.
The smell of old books and cigarettes! When I come into my apartment after stepping out for just a moment after making espresso and the lingering smell makes me feel like I’m in a cafe! The smell of a REAL Christmas tree!
Yesterday at the farmer‘s market I smelled a butterfly bush plant for sale and childhood memories came flooding back. Juicy Couture by Juicy Couture was my grandmother's signature scent because she liked the Schnauzers on the bottle so Tuberose always reminds me of her + the smell of face powder. I could go on forever…
May 12, 2024
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This smells like costume jewelry, like dime store romance novels, like a slim-fitting pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. Formulated by the unbelievably raunchy Edouard Fléchier, Poison is a guttural, putrefied tuberose that hits you like a freight train running. It’s a mollified plum, thick as molasses. This smells like the death of Elizabeth Taylor. Do not wear it in the daytime.
Mar 27, 2023
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i bought it when i lived in canada, just a tiny vile of it, called commodity: gold. it was juniper berries, vanilla, amber, sandal wood and musk. i wore it as i explored the rocky mountains, made friends in the snow, experiencing a sense of freedom i’d never felt before.
i loved it so much and little did i know it would all be gone when i landed back in australia. slowly leaking into a random makeup bag during the 15 hour flight.
i haven’t bought it since, i don’t know why. i think i’m scared that if i smell it again i will miss that time in my life, where i was far away from everything in my life, surrounded by canadian snow.
Jan 15, 2025
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i just think that dabbling in many things but not being really good at any of them is soooo chic…me when i call myself a writer but haven’t finished a poem in four months…
Jan 26, 2024
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this time last year i would listen to this song every day on the subway to my mind-numbingly boring barista job. i worked eight hour shifts alone, serving the occasional customer but mostly just sitting around eating expired baked goods and staring down at my ten-year-old docs spattered with matcha and espresso, the soles crusted with sidewalk salt. i listened to Phair singing about closing her eyes and her bank account and needing someone to do her thinking for her, and i fantasized about walking away from the shapeless, sleepy postgraduate life i’d sunk into.
taking off my apron, abandoning the city and everyone who knew me there, getting on a train or a plane or just walking until i was swallowed by the sunset…it all sounds so trite now, but at the time i carried that idea around like a lucky charm. something to hold onto, to help me feel real. i thought it was the most romantic thing a girl could do. go west, young woman.
Jan 26, 2024
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save me, huge cup of coffee with cardamom and cream…save me…
Jan 28, 2024