This is unreal. In a good way.
May.03, 2006, filed under Miscellany
I just received an email from Chris Brosius.
He has a similar kind of synaesthesia to me, and he understood the barmy madness I wrote about his perfumes. So now there’s someone I can talk to about scent in the way I sense it, even if it’s not quite the same. He at least designs his perfumes from a topographical framework, so we can work on it.
He has recommended me one of his scents based on my (get this) colour and shape description of what I’m looking for. I can’t begin to describe how excited this makes me. It’s like having lived in a foreign country for years and years and then turning a corner one day and unexpectedly coming across someone who speaks a dialect of my native tongue and remembers what the weather is like in my native land in the springtime.
It’s such a difference from the girl in Boots in Exeter on Saturday, who insisted that the Dolce & Gabanna Light Blue was perfect. When I recoiled in horror from this overpowering, sickly, sparkling pink citrus scent that was like fake pink grapefruit flavour laced with sparkles, and had a shape like the way tinsel feels when one crushes it in a bare hand, this girl insisted it wasn’t strong and argued with me about how much citrus there is in it.
Time to give up on ordinary perfumes — and more particularly the people who sell them — once and for all. Boo-yah.
And Black March still rocks my boat.
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