Scent is fascinating. It is elusive, magical, powerful. Sometimes there are no words to describe it. Scent is addictive, perfumery a kind of art. It is an invisible cloak to be worn as disguise, a mask to alter others perceptions of you. It is couture fashion, a painting without brushes or canvas. Fragrance is a memory, a comfort, a physical reaction. It is a second skin.
I am on a journey with no destination, only the search for a scentual epiphany. I’ll just follow my nose and see where it takes me.
I may not always know the correct language to use, I’ll only know how the scent makes me feel. I will try to conjure a picture for you Perfume, my invisible friend, my enemy, my muse.
Come along with me if you so wish.
Epiphany 