#scent map

[tipaklong-child]

Smelled something weird in my room last night. Will investigate.

[tipaklong-child]

Sticky jammy bread

[tipaklong-child]

Amoy tinola amoy malaswang rosas

[sunlit-music]

Scentmap.com is a new service to guide people in finding their new perfume (Women's perfumes and Men's perfumes soon), or find the best frag

Scent map dot com shows you how to pick a fragrant and pleasant perfume that suits you, relatives, your spouse or friends. It contains an interactive remote control and wheel of different fragrances, such as fresh, extroverted, classic or timeless fragrances.

[acehotel]

City Guides: Haeckels

There are only two licenses in all of England that permit the harvesting of seaweed and one of them is held by the botanical natural product line Haeckels. Part apothecary, part nose, the line had its beginnings in the coastal town of Margate, where its founder Dom Bridges began to harvest the nutritious sea vegetable to create products that seem culled from some maritime god of lore: fragrant, pure, entirely derived from nature. Having not too long ago opened in London, we wrote to ask them about the scents of the city. What follows is their sensory guide to the Big Smoke. 

COORDINATES: 51°31'28.1"N 0°04'18.1"W TIME: SUNDAY MORNING AROMA: FRESH TOASTED BAGELS / CRISP / CREAM CHEESE can be smelt from around the corner. The earlier you’re there, the better the smell. Best experienced as the sun is coming up over clean unspoilt London air mixed with an abundance of concrete, fresh bread and cinnamon. Research shows that, in general, spontaneous help is offered more in areas where pleasant ambient smells are spread, which is handy at 6am in the morning.

COORDINATES: 51.4967° N, 0.1764° W (Follow the Blue Whale.)  TIME: ANY TIME OF DAY AROMA: This monastery to the natural world is free. Yes, free. And, its full of bizarre aromas; in essence the smell of death, dust, taxidermy, a bizarre mix of formaldehyde, Victorian oak cabinets infused with mothballs. The scent hits you as soon as you enter. The true perfume of an institution. 

COORDINATES: 51°34'06.0"N 0°08'49.7"W TIME: WET SUNDAY AFTERNOON AROMA: Oak trees, weeds, damp earth, dripping leaves, cracked stone, marble, brick catacombs with a cast-iron traceried. It’s industrial yet hand crafted; shrubbery and wildflowers, most of which have been planted and grown without human influence – the true smell of the wild within a city, like a primary forest full of oak tress in the early mist and of course the final resting place of Karl Marx.

COORDINATES: 51°32'02.5"N 0°06'32.7"W TIME: SATURDAY AFTERNOON AROMA: Halfway through is the point of no return plunged into darkness. The scent of the canal water itself fused with the mossy walls of the tunnel arch. It’s a moment of calm travelling at 4MPH when suddenly your other senses are taken away leaving you to focus truly on the scent of fresh city water and damp brick. (N.B.: Not accessible by foot)

COORDINATES: 51°30'49.9"N 0°08'22.4"W TIME: CHRISTMAS AROMA: The door opens from the perfumery floor and spills out into the street like an aromatic spaceship landing in the middle of this little lane. Other lesser scents from the Christmas parties from the night before blend the smell of old beer fused with some of the most sophisticated aroma molecules on the planet. It so immediately represents the power of scent to transport you anywhere; one brief whiff can you take a million miles away to another dimension.

COORDINATES: 51°31'22.4"N 0°04'40.3"W TIME: ANYDAY OF THE WEEK AROMA: It’s a unique smell of metal tools, but we are actually smelling above the wood and glue is molecules that are oxidised. Many compounds react with oxygen in the presence of a metal. That metal acts as a catalyst to facilitate the reaction and you can smell the oxidised byproduct after touch. Alongside this is the smell of the peg board thats used to hold products. For some reason, I find it really wholesome.

COORDINATES: 51°31'46.2"N 0°04'09.4"W TIME: SUNDAY NIGHT AROMA: Long after the market has cleared trampled petals on the floor, concrete, London claiming back its aroma, battling to beat the beautiful echo of the market.