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let's build a perfume!
choose a base note:
ripped paper from an ancestor's diary
mildewy air conditioner
haunted cedar chest
golden caramelized amber
patchouli
rain on asphalt
frankincense & myrrh
overgrown oakmoss
seven shots of whiskey at a rural dive bar
hinoki wood incense
soft elegant suede
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click here to vote on heart notes
it is nearly 1am and i have decided that now is the time to create a perfume through tumblr polls. if you don't see a favorite note here, i may be keeping it for a future frankenstein perfume poll. this is really a love letter to the purple prose of perfume copy and the world-building of indie perfumes. as such, i will create a fake perfume launch for our creation once our poll is done. please note that perfume is intended as a gender neutral term!
LGBTQ Reading Recs
I know we’re heading toward the end of Pride Month, but it’s never too late to expand your reading to include more books with LGBTQ representation! In this post, I’ll be giving you some recommendations of books that feature characters across the spectrum of queer identities, based on the literary works, genres, and tropes you already know you like: (more…)
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if i was a perfume...
Spray
Nakedly bottled.Capturing bursting seasonshere and now. Life, delicate in its notes,the top notes,lithe as youth,citrus and bloom,ever briefly,recondite pleasure,a suppliance of timea rush that fades away. Heart notes,the flesh of our days, unfold—warm spices, florals, deeper and continues to exude as winter winds careless breath. In the middle years, the scent sits and blares and mellows—a…