I feel like this is a must for anyone that likes understated scents. The perfume is very floral with a smokey touch lingering about like an afterthought. I bought it to wear last summer but still havenāt finished the bottle! Itās unisex too, definitely smt to wear with your favourite spring trench coat
i find this to be a wildly misunderstood fragrance... the really stunning contrast here is between ripeness (indolic jasmine) and staleness (the astringence of a three-day-old ashtray). this is such a well-crafted fragrance that it has literally changed the way that its irl accords smell to me. this perfume will teach you the olfactory similarities between tobacco and other dried leaves (especially hay, and straw, and wheat, and green/white teas). perhaps most importantly of all this perfume will remind u that, despite what the white-floral-industrial-complex wants you to think, there has always been and will always be something subtly and addictively weird/gross about the smell of jasmine.
for summer itās sundrunk by imaginary authors. i like to describe it to others as smelling like a clean orange soda.
for all the other seasons itās jasmin et cigarette by etat libre dāorange. iām not sure how to describe this one but ive seen a lot of people call it their favorite trashy scent
I am CLINGING to the tiny sample I have right now because Iāve fallen head over heels for it and I absolutely cannot in a million years afford to actually buy it š I donāt usually like fruity scents as they feel twee, but the Smokey leathery headiness of this scent has got me good.
Yesterday, I showed my friend (also my roommate and colleague) what probably is my favourite film. Itās an old French film that was practically the blueprint for the lonely and stoic hit man trope.
It struck me how much he enjoyed it. I wondered why I hadnāt shared it with him earlier. Why are we so stingy to share what we love? Why do we delay the amazing bonding opportunities that beautiful art gives us. I donāt know, but Iāll be doing a lot more of this.
āHave you ever sat in a railway station and watched people killing time? Do they not sit a little like crestfallen angels?ā
- Henry Miller, Black Spring
Like many people here, I came to this site after deleting my social media profiles. One day, I had enough of the notifications, sensationalistic news posts, and all of the other mental intrusions with which we pay for our profiles. Ditto for dating apps, which I came to see as ecosystems fueled by people wearing each other down. The outcome wasnāt deeper connections, but increased frustration and jadedness and, in turn, a continued clientĆØle for these apps. Antisocial media is corny to use nowadays, but, for all intents and purposes, thatās the outcome.
Pretty soon, I felt the fear of missing out. Was I losing out on meeting people? What about what so-and-so was doing? I found myself feeling like I had time on my hands. I have a demanding job and plenty of side projects, but somehow the time I was carving away to doomscroll still felt like a loss to me.
I took the time I gained to get on top of my stuff. Iāve started finding moments of peace in running. My latest and most meaningful one was before my drawing class. I was at the office all day and didnāt realize how warm it was. I was 30 minutes early and I sat at a cafe in front of the art school. I spent 30 minutes reading Henry Miller while sipping on an espresso. Maybe boredom is not something we should take for granted. Maybe those moments of boredom are where we are closest to being divine.
downloading and using the Radio France app has been a game changer in how I see cultural public utilities. The fact that this app has news, podcasts, and even music into one app is absolutely insane. The best part is that itās free!