The beginnings of a peachy rose perfume. Continue reading A Peach at Heart

My first experiment with opoponax. It might relax an opossum… Continue reading Opossum Tries to Relax

Expanding my perfume horizons with Sarah McCartney at 4160Tuesdays! Continue reading Tea on a Dreamy Afternoon | Perfume-making workshop at 4160Tuesdays

White musks embody wisps of nostalgia and the translucency of memories. Continue reading We’ll Always Have Paris

An attempt at a copy of The Writer by St Giles, without having smelled it yet or having all of the ingredients. Continue reading The Copy Writer

My first attempt at making a synthetic perfume. Continue reading This, Too, Shall Pass

A rose could be obnoxious only if it were not being itself. Continue reading Obnoxious Rose

The day after I make a perfume is usually the day of highest doubt. It usually gets better from there. Continue reading The day 2 blues

A moment of unified repose for two complex individuals, and the conversation they share to get to it. Continue reading Moi Non Plus, Mon Amour