Sweet leaf by Room 1015. To me it smells like new car, clean laundry, sharpened pencils, but also sticky nugs. I wear it everywhere in all weather and get tons of compliments. Black Amber by Agonist. My friend found an old half bottle of this from 2011 and gave it to me and it still rips. Smells like Chinese medicine, licorice, incense, and dries down to smoky dates and vanilla. Itâs been discontinued and Iâm spewing about it
It's a shower gel by a French parfumerie and it's intoxicating. This is the description (and it's accurate): "Spicy Cinnamon warmly mixes with Sugar and melts into Absinthe, while Rose of Damascus releases her sensuality, playfully seducing each spectator with her allure. The audience and dancers each play different roles but the music ties them together for a night of revelry and excitement. The enchantment never stops â time stands still in the Moulin Rouge.
The show ends and the curtain falls, but the party never ends. Backstage, mirrors reflect silhouettes laughing. The smell of Iris Powder and Lipstick float out to the streets on a cloud of Musk and Patchouli. The memory and scent of this unforgettable night lingers through the morning."
spilling a spicy, fizzy, freshly cracked vanilla coke all over your grandmotherâs 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 đ
If I were global dictator, I would institute a policy that required every bathroom to have some sort of nautical theme. It just makes sense for bathrooms to evoke tropical beach vacation vibes. To meet my policyâs minimum requirements, citizens of the world would have to procure a piece of seashell art. The highest tier of seashell art is the kind that depicts a wacky scenario. For example, you could have a pelican with an auger shell beak playing the ukulele in a straw hat (he must have googly eyes haphazardly hot glued onto his face). Or, you could have an owl made of clam shells playing golf in crooked wire-rimmed glasses (also haphazardly hot-glued). A second-tier option would be a clam shell soap dish. When you get a clam shell soap dish, your bathroom is no longer a bathroom, itâs a powder room. Seashell art in your bathroom is the epitome of class, and I wish the world understood this.
Iâm quite famous for these. Theyâre not very long lasting, and I am no cobbler, I am no mender, so I go through around 3 pairs per year. Think of them as leather socks: they make your feet look small and strange, like Lord Farquaadâs. Wearing them daily has helped me cultivate the heart of a dancer. Jazz shoes are very similar to Lululemon leggings, theyâre appealing because it makes some part of your body look like itâs been dipped in an obsidian lacquer. The clean-girl version of sensual footwear. The soles of your feet will be very close to the ground in these, and I hear being close to the ground is Buddhist.
A premier haunt in the corniest part of San Antonio (near the Riverwalk, next door to the Alamo), The Menger Hotel is the only place on earth where you could encounter the ghost of Davy Crockett and Teddy Roosevelt in the same room. Other ghosts include murdered maids, the Alamo martyrs, and almost every historical figure that has set foot in its quarters. I highly recommend booking the Oscar Wilde suite in the Victorian Wing. It smells like bleach, but you can literally feel the luxe gay energy emanating from the walls. If an overnight stay at the most haunted hotel in Texas is not to your liking, you can always grab a post-Alamo Lonestar at the Menger Bar. Sit on the stool where Carrie Nation (famous historical crone) smashed the bar with a hatchet to further the cause of the temperance movement. Or, you can sit at one of the tables where Teddy Roosevelt recruited his Rough Riders. When youâve gobbled that Lonestar down, make sure to tour the lobby, where you can find Frank Lewis Van Nessâs âVenting Cattle on the Frisco Systemâ, a massive Western painting featured in the 1956 epic âGiantâ (James Deanâs last film). Finally, you can grab a mango ice cream at the Colonial Room Restaurant. As Bill Clinton said, âmango ice cream at the Menger Hotel is one of the greatest treasures of American life.â