Ormonde Jayne Rose Gold

I snagged this one up during Ormonde Jayne’s promotion celebrating the British team’s 67 medals in the Olympics! Too bad the US crushed that number with 121 medals and China edged you guys out at 70 as well, though Great Britain did get more gold medals.

Details aside, everyone did well this year at the Olympics and everyone had something to celebrate in Rio. Except, of course, for Ryan Lochte’s teammates who had to face the consequences of their (and his) actions while Mr. Lochte celebrated getting the hell out of Rio in business class and out of the clutches of Brazilian law enforcement; for a little while at least.

But I digress.


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L’Air du Desert Marocain vs. Lonesome Rider

Took me long enough.

I’ve written about LADDM before:

Tauer L’Air Desert Du Marocain

  • Wet: oak, amber, vetiver, cedar, balsamic vinegar
  • Dry: vetiver, cedar, coriander, amber, jasmine, balsamic vinegar

Mr. Chokkattu’s first love, and the one he wears the most often, LADDM is a dark, woody, smoky, slightly sweet thing with a low voice and dark hair. It starts with a sharp balsamic over a dark base, and then evens out, and as per the name the resulting fragrance is dry, hot, and slightly sweet. I really like this one, and Mr. Chokkattu only let me borrow this one because he has another sample of it.

New impressions:

L’Air du Desert Marocain is still Mr. Chokkattu’s favorite (though A La Nuit is edging in), and fortunately I am not at his freezing place trying this on, but I still think this could benefit from a bit of heat, at least to give it context.

Sweet sun-dried grass and hay, powdery amber, hot, warm cardamom, basil, singed cedar and oak bark and ashes and incense, all on a bed of jasmine. Read More

6 Scents 6 Selves

These are all male-leaning or unisex, but I have no problem wearing Fils de Dieu or Le 3’ Homme myself and I am a tiny, rather unimposing female. The Jungian personalities that I decided would be best suited to each fragrance is also just my opinion. I would never discourage anyone from wearing what they like unless they ask for it explicitly! Mr. Chokkattu and I decided that these were the most versatile that we collectively own, so the list is obviously biased in our direction.

Nearly all of the fragrances in mentioned in this list come from Twisted Lily’s The Sands sample collection which I purchased for him a few months ago. I would like to take this moment and congratulate myself on being able to choose gifts really well, and also bask in the smugness of getting Mr. Chokkattu’s older brother in on the fragrance game without actually having to interact with him. (He basically stole the sample of Tom of Finland Mr. Chokkattu had received from Scent Trunk.) Anyway.

Enjoy the list!

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Ineke A-H: Field Notes From Paris

Piano as an accompaniment to string today! I think I first heard this song when I was 16, though I don’t quite remember why. I try not to question discoveries of beauty.

Norihiro Tsuro’s Last Carnival, from the Acoustic Cafe album

Field Notes From Paris

Wet: lavender, coriander, citrus, leather, wood
Dry: coriander, lavender, tobacco flower, patchouli, cedar, tonka bean, lime, maybe a little rosemary

This is my new sexy scent, directly in competition with all of the jasmine I adore. It’s incredibly delightful: deep, dark, and warm, as well as complex. It moves in a swirl like a gust of warm wind, something absolutely welcome in this frigid cold. Strangely, it’s the herbs, the coriander and the bit of rosemary I get that reminds me most of the coffee implied in the description, though the tobacco comes through and keeps the fragrance warm. I love that its sweetness is wholly tempered, and it gives it depth and dimension that I don’t normally come across. It reminds me of bedroom eyes on an attractive person, or simply a person you’re in love with, as love automatically makes them beautiful.

I wear this personally, and I think this is a scent that benefits from a little dancing and sweat, but it’s a beautiful scent and I can see it on a guy who isn’t afraid to wear purple, and is trained in some art or another, which he pursues with passion.

FKA twigs


FKA twig’s styling is so killer, her voice is lovely and interesting, and the lyrics are, well “Feel your body closin’, I can rip it open/suck me up, I’m healin’ for the shit you’re dealin’/smoke on your skin to get those pretty eyes rollin’/my thighs are apart for when you’re ready to breathe in/suck me up, I’m healin’ for the shit you’re dealin’/hi, motherfucker, get your mouth open, you know you’re mine.”

I’ve listened to “Two Weeks”, “Video Girl”, and “Pendulum” so far. There’s a layered, almost litany-like suggestion to the music so far that I really enjoy in most music. That’s also why I love HOLYCHILD, especially my first exposure to them via clothesencounters. Church choral (think Carol of the Bells, which is basically a huge choral round) is intended to open up the mind to the higher beings and create an emotional understanding of spirituality; I’m not religious, but there’s always a slightly different part of my hearing that only pays attention when that quality is used in music.

Expressive sexual passion and “weird” seems to be the image for her. Like Frida Kahlo (which is why I chose the above picture.) It’s rough and it’s a little weirder than what I would generally share with the general public, but I like it. Plus, it’s actually not that weird past the surface. She’s a popstar gaining traction and dating Robert Pattinson, so obviously someone thought the time was ripe for someone who’s like a female The Weeknd with extra synth. It’s severely different from one Ms. Nicki Minaj, who also has a hat in the “weird-sexy” field, but does it with wild colors, multiple personalities (Beyonce really should have just stayed out of that trend) and a kind of arms-length, clinical sexuality, while FKA twigs is much more intimate, and dirty.

I like that. Even Jhene Aiko, even though I adore her, doesn’t really have a texture like that.