Beyond the dinner table and surroundings, there are other fragrant ways to lock in a memory. Here are three Thanksgiving perfumes: Tom Ford Ebene Fume, Solstice Scents Foxcraft Fairgrounds and Arquiste Anima Dulcis which represent the colors of the season, the expressions of gratitude and the feelings of warmth and unity.
Creating a new jasmine-centered fragrance, original and unique is a real challenge for a brand. Perfumer Alexandra Carlin accomplishes this in J.U.S Bloomastral
In concert, the plethora of materials in Maher Olfactive Sagan Dalya sing seamlessly – like an ensemble in which the singers stagger their breath to create a lyrical line which appears endless. It’s a marvelous form of infinity, though: chalorous and cool, comforting and contemplative. The hearth may be warm, but you can hear the wind whistle through the forest as a few memorable draughts slither through the cracks in the windowsill.
The notes of grapefruit, mandarin, yuzu and fruit peels in April Aromatics Wild Summer Crush by Tanja Bochnig are as realistic as taking a bite out of the freshly plucked fruit itself. This is not a passing light citrus that leaves you longing for more, this is a dense, lush mix of citrus fruits including the juice, flesh and skins. If, like me, you love citrus in perfume but not how fleeting the notes typically are, this is a scent you must try. This masterful blend defies the common misconception that natural perfumes are fleeting and unnuanced.
Perfumer Linda Sivrican provides beauty with a mission: proceeds from Fiele Fragrances A Flower For You will benefit The Ron Finley Project, an ongoing campaign which empowers inner city Los Angeles inhabitants to cultivate their own food as a means of encouraging an accessible, better-quality diet and overall health and well-being. Ron Finley is known as The Gangsta Gardener and is both local hero and muse
Sous le Manteau Odisiaque no. 6 smells exactly of what it speaks: of waking up after a long lethargy, the body still warm and stiff from an endless night. It is not bursting, nor too effusive, rather it is tender and hazy like that quiet and intangible state when, lodged between the dream and the real, the world seems but a sea of infinite possibilities waiting to collapse into one.
