My flowerhead is all my flowers protruding the grey of the mundane thoughts I became used to. My flowerhead fights the obstacles of my personal cage. My flowerhead is the savior of what is underneath it, sending it on a trip to a distant Heaven on Earth. I have to tell you! If not the best fragrance of …
My lemon study
Christmas is over, somehow. I am not much going wild about white-lined red hoods, gorging and gift-shopping. I am more often than not rejecting the holiday spirit, and when it sprinkles some fairy dust over me, I just turn on my ignore regime. Still, I got the presents done on time, and they were big …
Mimicking nymph of meaningful silence
As much as I love to mingle in crowds and lose myself into deafening noises, I also adore to sink into clouds of silence. Soft, flexible and transparent balloons I can use as a barely detectable defense wall between me and the world. They provide me with both visibility and protection at the same time. Some …
Confessions of a violet junkie
I can get high on violets. Not by consuming them, no smoking, neither injecting, but smelling. Though smelling a violet is a kind of consumption… I was a heavy user over the last month, regularly overdosing. Things happen this way when I am crippled emotionally. Aretha sings it. It is funny how productive I can …
Magnificent Four – En Voyage
I learned about En Voyage Perfumes in the early 2012, when I read about Shelley Waddington’s creations in several publications on CaFleureBon. The descriptions sounded appealing, Shelley looked ingenious and affable, but my resources were limited and I couldn’t even afford ordering samples, considering their shipping would have been more than twice their price… However, …
Peachy
I have been a terrible mother lately. Selfish one. I want my child to be with me, enjoying her company, but to control her, as well, albeit in need of more time for myself, which I get hard and do not feel bad when I indulge in it. When she is away from me, I …
Linden Season
The lime trees exhale their last days of blossom. I will miss the sedative effect pretty hard. I will have a farnesol withdrawal, I will sneeze, I will sniff the air like a hungry cat. But separation is salutary, it makes us appraise the things that do not belong to us, for a little while …
Rosarium
Expectations are a ground for huge refreshing eye-openers! If you are spellbound by the immeasurable magic that is the world of perfumes, no matter a master parfumeur, or a fragrance aficionado, then you have heard of the Bulgarian Rose Valley. Well, I don’t live there. It’s in the middle of Bulgaria, almost at the geographical center …
Battle of Leathers
The skin is the breathing on the surface. Her scent is equally the most difficult and most easily perceived kaleidoscope.In fact, there is no real “skin extract” in perfume. Recalling the naturalistic scenes from “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer” is delusional. There are birch tar and myrtle, cistus, muscone, styrax, isobutyl quinoline, cassia, juniper …
Memento
Rose of the Fall – the sun, tucked away in the folds of a fairy’s petticoat,