Your most painful, boner inducing pair of shoes, the ones with the peep toe and arch cleavage, will turn into pillows of sponge cake. Proceed.
Categories: scents, snippets • Tags: comme de garcons black, Eau de Toilette, Footwear, fragrance, Perfume, shoes, sponge cake
In the juice aisle at the supermarket, overdressed, oversprayed, and under-entertained: Brother #1: Let’s buy Tang, mom. LOOK! It comes in a pouch! Brother #2: WOW. Tang in a pouch? I like that – I REALLY LIKE THAT. Each picks up a box of Tang. Brother #1 grabs classic Orange. Brother #2 grabs Tropical. Each places their choice into the shopping cart. Mom: Boys, only one. You gotta pick one. The boys argue. Mom: You guys are […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: Family, humiecki & graef SKARB, Orange, Shopping cart, tang
My nose burns. Every orifice is leaking. I’m crying, pissing, and shitting. It all comes out easily, and it rarely comes out easily. I’m thirsty for water. I never drink water. I close my eyes to hold back the tears; they escape, along with thoughts of snorting coke off a baby’s freshly powdered tush. I smell baby everywhere – that sweet, milky scent that makes you want to keep the baby and bake cookies to celebrate. I’m still shitting. It’s […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: baby powder, Cocaine, Etat Libre d’Orange, Human nose, Odor, SÉCRÉTIONS MAGNIFIQUES
The carbon monoxide detector is functioning and quiet – same with the smoke detector – yet room after room is thick with phantoms. I run for my safety, for my life. I play my own heroine, taking the chinchillas, the sugar glider, and other important things (like an apple and lip gloss) to my car for a quick escape. I don’t have any money but I have thousands of dollars worth of clothing, shoes, and accessories. The escape becomes less quick. I […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: Carbon monoxide, Carbon monoxide detector, slumberhouse, slumberhouse jeke, Smoke detector, Smoke inhalation
For some unknown reason I spend the day confessing: to my penpal, to my blog, to myself. I watch all the movies I deny that I take pleasure in and state aloud, “I love this movie. It makes my heart sing. It makes me happy.” I tell my penpal about a plan to breakup with someone I’m not even with. I blog these mind blowing moments in my life and don’t do anything with them. They’re saved as drafts. A day is […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: Avignon, catholic, Comme Des Garçon, confession, Perfume
I looked up Terry’s address. Bad neighborhood. I put on Slumberhouse Baque to smell like rotting fruit and tobacco. Maybe I can fool the street dogs into believing I’m walking compost so they won’t attack. It doesn’t work. I smell right (wrong) but am dressed too preppy. They can see right through my Michael Stars white and navy striped sweater with yellow boat neck collar. Terry doesn’t have a doorbell. I form indentations on my knuckles knocking on his black […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: michael stars, slumberhouse baque, Tracy Chapman
When I write, I write about people and memories, not smells, though smells do conjure up lots of memories about people. Here’s a new memory, thanks to the smell: Slumberhouse Ore. When I sit in a dark corner in a private booth at a ramen restaurant, after a long day of friends and fairs, I’m in dinner mode. I’m ready for food and drink. But when I sit in a dark corner in a private booth at a ramen restaurant […]
“Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.” ― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
Categories: scents, snippets • Tags: Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
There are five candles in my house that smell like memories. I messaged a friend the first night one was lit: “Last night I came home and the house smelled different. It smelled like a sensuous man in tune with his surroundings and spirit. Kinda like incense, kinda like ceremony, kinda like bed sheets after sex.” The scent was an immediate aphrodisiac. I lunged for Bubba who turned me away because of a migraine. I got comfy in bed, stared […]
Categories: scents • Tags: candle, cire trudon, old spice
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