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[girliestdiary]

Jean Paul Gaultier perfumes

[zegalba]

Jean Paul Gaultier Clasique (1993) Le Male (1995)

Gaultier perfumes in containers instantly recognisable as symbolic of the designer's signature looks. The bottle for Classique, his first women's fragrance, displays an etched corset on a voluptuous female figure, while for his equally successful men's fragrance, Le Male's torso wears his matelot sweater.

[bebemoon]

look for the name TIA (requested by @angellttears777) | christopher esber "venus" asymmetrical crop top in red, jean paul gaultier marigold and dahlia taffeta voluminous skirts (s/s 1998), { hair } thick plaits wound upwards into knots @ jean paul gaultier spring 1998, xinú "oronardo (no. 5)" eau de parfum (mexican tuberose, queen-of-the-night, mock orange, tagetes, oleander), prada red heeled leather sandals

optional (not pictured): beaded and/or jewelled cross jewellry/waist chain, a feather-light floral fringed shawl (either for waist or shoulders), dahlia-stuck braids

[ashmp3]

i am like extremely broke at the moment so much so that i am going a bit crazy like it’s disturbing…. but anyway there is a light at the end of the tunnel. In the meantime i am liking pretty clothes on moje krpice (serbian depop) and praying i don’t see PRODATO underneath them until i get my money….

[fauxbeatlover]

Gaultier Divine by Jean Paul Gaultier

[theshoegirldiaries]

Jean Paul Gaultier Scandal Gold EDP Intense, a nightmare to photograph (super reflective), but a beautiful bottle.  Originally a Middle Eastern exclusive, this has been available elsewhere since last year.  I’ve had this a while (blind buy) and tbh, been a little scared to try it as I was worried it would be a) too strong and b) too spicy/incense-like for me.  I’ve been pleasantly surprised on both counts!  

I tentatively sprayed once, twice, then again (usually I’d spray twice at most).  Let it settle, then surprisingly went in with a few more sprays and I rarely, rarely overspray (EDP Intense? I’m not so sure).  Thankfully it’s an 80ml large bottle, so I have plenty to throw around.  It’s very different from the other Scandal flankers.  The honey that’s so evident in those, is masked very well here.  So well, I can’t actually pick it out.  Upon initial spray, I’m getting some animal, leather type smell with something floral (likely saffron), I could maybe detect a little rose if I sniff hard enough.  I feel like I have the two (leather v floral) scents fighting one another, I’m not sure the blend is up there with other JPG’s.  Obviously I’ve only tried it the once but I think I like it, though it’s definitely not my favourite Scandal.  It is however unusual in my collection (of all fragrances, not just JPG).  

7 hours later and there’s the absolute faintest whiff left on my skin if my nose is pressed up against it, though Covid a few weeks ago has sadly left my sense of smell not as sharp as it once was.  It’s definitely not as potent as the original Scandal or Scandal Le Parfum, both are powerhouses in projection, sillage and lasting power for me.    

[silent-hills]

Really want Serge Lutens perfume :(((((

[haveusmelledthisperfume]

Have you smelled this perfume?

Even though she is now 30 years old, Classique is a classic in her own right. From the iconic bottle to the ultra-femme scent, she still commands legions of fans today. Read more at Fragrantica!

[rogue-durin-16]

TOO LATE?

Request: hey honeybun<33 can I request prompt #56 with either Luz or Lieb? Can it be post war, they bump into each other or something? Also can it be angsty??? I love your writing style and I'm so glad you're back!!!!

Summary: Joe had lost his chance. If there was any glimpse of hope about it, it vanished in Chuck Grant's narrow staircase, thanks to an unexpected encounter with an old friend.

Prompt:

56. "I'm happy with them." "That's not fair!" "Why?" "'Cause I loved you first!"

Pairing/s: Joe Liebgott x Reader/George Luz x Reader

Genre: angst

Tags:

Requested by: anon

Band Of Brothers: @fernando-jpg @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world @clumsy-wonderland @lordndsaviorwinters

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, allusions to sex

A/N: dear anon, I don't know why you'd do this to yourself. You know it's gonna be Angsty™ when I write it in one go at 1am lmaooo. Enjoy <3

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Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

The stairwell in Chuck Grant's building was quiet, filled with the muffled sounds of the city outside and the worn groans of old wood under my feet. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone, least of all him. But there he was—Joe Liebgott, coming up the steps, freezing in his tracks as soon as he saw me.

Chuck mentioned it; that Joe started to drop by from time to time. After a couple of years of radio silence, even Grant found it odd. He wasn't complaining, though, so I made no comment on it, but I was undeniably bitter about Joe not reaching out to me at any point —after what we had been through, I expected a letter.

At least during the first few months. Then I managed to put it in the back of my mind, even after Chuck told me he had had him over a few times. But with the man frozen in front of me, there was nothing I couldn't do to ignore it.

For a second, we both just stood there, staring like we’d seen a ghost. But then Joe broke the silence with that easy, almost casual look that hadn’t changed since the war.

"Look what the cat dragged in." He climbed down the few stairs he had left behind from the fourth flight in order to give me space to go down.

"Long time no see." My replied was laced with a shy, half smile directed to the ground below us instead of at him.

"How have y—"

"I should get g—" I was quite sure he caught my sentence, but maybe I wanted to give his a chance. "What?"

"How have you been?" He leaned back against the landing's rusty railing, eyes roaming my form. He was seizing me up. I did the same.

"Could've been better, but could've been worse." I shrugged, a bit lost in every slight change his face and body had suffered since I had last seen him. "You?"

A shrug. He pretended to think about it. "Pretty much the same. Busy."

"I figured." It was the remainder of the betrayal I had felt a few weeks ago. Not too noticeable, but by the look on his face, he still knew me enough to catch on it.

"You mad?"

Was I?

I rolled my eyes with a soft sigh. "A little bit, yeah. I think." I chuckled at my own confession.

He scratched the back of his neck, finding it a bit difficult to meet my gaze, despite it not holding any real resentment. "'M sorry, sweetheart."

"Joe Liebgott apologizing? That's new."

"Alright, quit it."

There was a familiar fondness wrapping around us, one I presumed long lost.

"I'm glad you're seeing Chuck. It's doing him some good to have you around." It was genuine. I think that was the reason why Joe turned bashful. He almost looked embarrassed about it.

"I could tell you were visiting, ya know?" He shoved his hands in his coat's pockets. "You still use that awful perfume. Sticks everywhere."

"You're so rude." I laughed, trying to go past the fact that he still remembered the perfume I used to wear back in Toccoa.

We simultaneously stole careful glances at each other in silence. I would have never imagined Joe Liebgott at a loss of words, but there was a first time for everything and we weren't the same kids who couldn't shut their mouths to save their lives.

Or perhaps the conversation was over and neither of us wanted to acknowledge it.

Squeezing my purse, I mustered the courage to bid him goodbye. "I should g—"

“Do you miss them?” he asked, tone casual, though I could hear something tight in it, like he’d been thinking about the question for a long time.

“Who?” I asked, then quickly understood. “Oh, the boys?” Joe nodded and I forced a small smile. “Yeah, kind of. I mean, I talk to Malark whenever I can. Bill writes me letters, surprisingly.” I laughed, a little wistfully. “Not that I’m complaining, but I didn’t expect that. Ran into Tab recently, too—crazy as it sounds. George…”

My voice trailed off, and Joe tilted his head, noticing my hesitation.

I shouldn't have mentioned him, but I had a knack for getting carried away whilst talking to Joe.

"George what?"

I felt heat creeping up my neck and tried to look as casual as possible, though I knew I had already given it away. "It’s just… complicated."

"Complicated?" he asked, leaning forward, curiosity bright in his eyes. "What d’you mean, complicated?"

I didn't want to lie to him —not after all this time apart—, but the truth was uncalled for.

"Oh c’mon, tell me." He wasn’t letting this go. "I know I'm not the brightest but it can't be that complicated."

I rolled my eyes and reluctantly gave in, glancing away as I spoke. "I lost contact with him for a few months but uhm- well one day he gave me a call. Said he got my number from Toye." I cleared my throat. "He invited me over, y'know, to catch up. I stayed with him and his family for a while, and…" I flashed a tentative glance at Joe who seemed a little too slow picking up on the direction this was about to take. "we- uhm, we ended up hooking up."

Unexpectedly, he laughed; it was obnoxious, louder than necessary, his voice echoing up the narrow stairwell.

"What’s funny?" I crossed my arms, suddenly annoyed, though I could tell by his expression that he wasn’t just laughing at the situation.

"Nothin', just-" He shook his head, a crooked grin on his face. "Out of everyone, I’d never have guessed it'd be George Luz."

I raised an eyebrow, not sure whether to be insulted or amused. "Why? What’s that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno... 'cause he’s George, and you’re…" he motioned his hand vaguely at my form. "you." Joe shrugged, like it was obvious. "Didn't see it happening."

"Well, guess it happened." I said, shrugging back. I didn't know what to do to get out of that situation.

Although I had walked into the conversation by myself, this wasn't the ideal scenario to talk about George and I's circumstances, nor the ideal person.

"Was it a one-time thing?" Joe pressed on, and he sounded almost afraid of what I might answer.

"Uhm... no." I felt us sank deeper into a hole we wouldn't be able to crawl out of. Why was it so hard to tell him? "No, actually it's been happening for a while now."

His expression had a certain intent, as if he waited for an answer to a question he hadn’t asked. "What is it about him?"

The inquiry caught me off guard, and I felt strangely self-conscious. "I guess... gosh it's gonna sound so cliché." I half-laughed, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks. “He just... he makes me laugh."

Joe’s laughter turned hollow, and his expression shifted slightly, though I couldn’t quite read it. "I used to make you laugh, too."

I met his gaze, suddenly unsure, memories flooding back. "Yeah, you did."

"So... why not me?" He tried to sound like he was joking. His humor had never been the healthiest but I knew not even this fell into that category.

Although the question threw me off, I decided it was best to play dumb and keep the mood light.

I decided it was best to keep him at arm’s length. "Don't know. Maybe 'cause you didn’t invite me to stay at your place for a month." I joked with a giggle that sounded anything but truthful.

"Damn, that's tough." The attempt at banter rang out of him, his eyes tentatively meeting my elusive gaze. "What if I did that now?"

I blinked, confusion plastered all over my visage. "What?"

"What if I invited you over?" He didn’t look away, his expression uncharacteristically intense, like he was finally saying something he had wanted to for a long time.

"Joe…" my fingers once more clutched my purse, feeling unsteady, unsure of how to respond. The words we usually threw at each other so easily were suddenly too heavy.

"Too late?" he asked, the desperation showing now, cutting through his usual swagger.

The question hung between us, and I didn’t know what to say. I didn't even know if there was anything to say at all.

It had taken us so long to get to this point; I wasn't sure if it was worth it anymore.

Then he took a step back, his expression twisting into something I hadn’t seen from him. Some kind of pain flashed through his eyes. "I don’t think this is fair, y’know?"

"What d’you mean?" I questioned, although I wasn't eager to find out where this would go.

"I mean…" A bitter scoff resounded against the landing's walls, making me flinch. "I don’t think it’s fair that I just what—lost my chance? To George Luz?" His voice grew louder as he threw his hands up in the air.

I blankly stared at him, dumbfounded by his attitude that so clearly came from a wounded ego. "Joe, you didn’t call. You didn’t even write. All I had was radio silence for a good couple of years. What did you expect?"

There was indignation in his sneer. He turned his head away from the sight of me. "I needed time."

I nodded, trying to seem understanding despite everything, but due to his hostility, I couldn't refrain my tone from sharpening. "Yeah, I know. We all have our rhythms."

Joe scoffed, the noise escaping in a sour huff. "And yours just happened to match Luz’s, huh?"

That hit a nerve. I straightened, pushing myself off the wall where I had fought to stay leaned on until now. He was hurt, but that wasn't an excuse to take it out on me. One would think, after all we had been through, he would have already learned it.

"Fuck you." I muttered, turning to leave, but he was quick to hold me back by my bicep.

I yanked my arm free, meeting his gaze with a glare, and I would have sworn they didn't have that glassiness to them a few minutes earlier.

"You jealous?" I challenged, not caring if I was pushing him too far.

He laughed harshly, his mouth twisting in a forced smirk. "Of what? Luz?"

"Yeah." I was daring him to deny it. He knew it.

Joe rolled his eyes. "You’re kidding me."

"Oh, so you’re not jealous?” I leaned forward, watching his face closely, but he didn't venture to meet my eyes again.

His jaw clenched tightly, his expression betraying him.

"You know why you’re jealous, Joe?" I pushed further, the words spilling out before I could think twice. "Because you didn’t have the balls to do what Luz did when you had your chance."

He snapped, and his voice came out in a near-shout. "You think that’s it? That I didn’t have the balls to get into your pants?!"

Vexation and anger flooding through me, flaring me up until it wasn't containable. "You think that’s all this is about?!" I felt my own voice rising, almost laughing at how ridiculous he sounded. "You think all Luz did was 'get into my pants'?!"

When he turned back to face me, I gave his chest a firm shove. "Told you it was complicated. I'm sooo sorry, darlin'," my words were venomous and they clearly stung him. "I forgot you have the emotional range of a goddamn brick and can’t understand anything beyond that."

"What, he wrote you a love letter and proposed?" Joe spat, doing a half turn, sarcasm heavy in his voice. "Give me a fuckin' break."

"Fine!" Joe shortened the already ridiculous short distance between us. He was past the point of backing down. "You wanna know the truth? Luz just wanted to fuck you! That's it!"

"God, Joe," I whispered, shaking my head. "You're so stupid, it's painful to watch." It was my turn to step back. His chest heaved, although he was trying hard to conceal it. Tipper used to say if we didn't end up together, we would burn each other to the ground. He would be so disappointed if he could see us now. "You don't get it, do you?"

The words hit hard, sharper than I expected. That same thought had relentlessly haunted me, not much with Luz, but with him. My loud scoff was sour and sad all at once.

"And you didn’t?"

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. I watched him, waiting, knowing there was nothing he could say to take back that moment, a grim laugh tearing my throat.

"Did it even occur to you that maybe I wanted to fuck him too?"

"Jesus Christ, Y/n—" The visible disgust twisting his expression hid a kind of pain beneath the surface. "I'm not fuckin' interested."

"Really? 'Cause you look pretty interested to me."

Joe backtracked, inhaling sharply as if he was about to craft a scathing remark to hurt me more than I had hurt him already.

"Do you even feel something for him?"

"Yeah, Joe, that's why it's fucking complicated!" My voice cracked; I blamed it on the yelling, but I knew better.

"What- what-" he groaned, trying and failing to understand where the complexity of it all lied. The frustration was only driving him further off the edge. "What's so complicated about it then?!"

He looked at me, desperate and confused. This was most likely his last chance and he was blowing it. "Get what?"

"That maybe —just maybe— I wanted you to-" My voice broke off, words I had never said getting caught up in my throat. "I wanted us to be more than... Whatever this is."

The long awaited confession was so out of place and time, it was as painful to admit as it was to listen.

"A part of me expected you to..." My eyes welled up. "I sent you a couple of letters after we came back. You didn't even... and George- he did." I added, feeling the weight of the truth crashing us both. "He was there. He still is, and yeah," Joe refused to spare me a single look. "I want to be with him. And that’s why it’s complicated, Joe."

He stared at me briefly, his shoulders sagging and the frustration melting into something closer to defeat.

"He doesn’t care about you." it was a whispered lie, more to convince himself than to hurt me.

It hurt me either way. That's where the following revelation came from, because I would have never said that to him otherwise.

"You wanna know what happened, Joe?" I sounded tired. More tired than I had been in two years. "He told me he was in love with me." His face twisted, the confession hitting him like a blow. "And if you tell me he's lying I'm gonna punch you in the face, because turns out I'm happy with him."

It was the first time I had acknowledged it. And it had been in front of Joe Liebgott, out of everyone.

"Well, that’s not fuckin' fair." he muttered under his ragged breath, almost too quiet to hear.

I found myself once again bewildered by his words. "Why isn’t it fair, Joe?"

He seethed, his eyes dark with something that looked painfully close to heartbreak. "Because I loved you first."

I just stood there, frozen, his words lingering in the silence that suddenly felt so loud. The anger that had lit me up moments before faded away, leaving behind a strange hollowness.

Joe's face was still twisted with deep sorrow. And yet, even now, he was clinging to his anger, like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

I swallowed, struggling to find anything to say, something to fill the empty space between us. But there was nothing.

He was waiting, maybe even hoping I would give him something to hang onto, but I was tired.

Tired of fighting, tired of waiting, tired of wishing things had been different. Tired of trying to understand him when he kept pushing me away.

"Okay." It was all I could manage to get out without breaking down.

He watched me, his expression hardening as my silence stretched on, hurt seeping into his eyes until there was no anger.

I took a step back and he clenched his jaw, his mouth twitched as if he was trying to measure his words; maybe to craft his emotions into something that would reel me back in.

But that just wasn't in his nature.

"Yeah," he hissed, a pained chuckle escaping him. "Thought so."

I was ready to clap back, to tell him it wasn’t that simple, that none of this was simple, but the words felt pointless now. And I knew if I didn’t walk away, I would get drawn back into the storm of feelings that nearly consumed me once.

I couldn't do that, so I turned and left, my footsteps heavy as I went down the stairs, his stare burning a hole on my back.

When I reached the first floor, I allowed myself to stop, clinging onto the railing. A part of me still hoped he would have called after me, say something—anything— that could have made this hurt less. But the only sound was the low hum of the city outside, filtering in through the paper thin walls.

I blinked away the burn at the corners of my eyes and climbed down the last flight of stairs. By the time I reached the building's entrance, all I could hear was the thunderous stammering of my heart; needless to say I missed the fast stomps on the staircase.

The second time Joe tugged on my arm to hold me back, it nearly put me under cardiac arrest.

I barely had time to fully turn around to face him before his palm cupped my cheek, bringing my parted lips to meet his own.

I had fantasized with that kiss so many times, and it was nothing like I had imagined.

Maybe it would have been different two years ago, when he didn't felt the desperate need to convey all his emotions through one single effort.

Maybe his lower lip wouldn't have trembled against mine; maybe it would have been so tender; maybe he wouldn't have held back from bringing me flush against him.

Maybe it wouldn't have felt like the saddest goodbye.

The hold on my forearm and my cheek fell limply right before his mouth abandoned me, taking my breath away in the process.

He didn't allow me to take a proper look at him, casting his head down and stepping away as soon as he parted from me, but I still caught a glimpse of the teardrop running down his cheek while he turned heel.

He didn't spare me a single glance before running upstairs.

I heard his sob.

I was pretty sure he heard mine.

[starfxkrinc]

ok ranking madisons perfume collection

jpg la belle (date night) - im a sucker for a gaultier and that ones just saur freaking good. warm sweet sexy pear vanilla she ate that

d&g devotion (mfw) - does this girl lurk on perfume twitter bc that was THEE it girl perfume of the summer. a bright lemony gourmand that goes with like...everything. cant go wrong

mugler angel elixir (in the studio) - the best angel flanker (nova is second tho) it takes the angel dna and makes it smoother, easier to wear and is less dated. updating the first gourmand perfume the best without that heavy ass patchouli

burberry her intense (time cut) - elixir is better but this is still good. the burberry her line is just very good i just dont have much to say about this one

tom ford lost cherry (obx4 summer) - better cherry perfumes have come out since that last longer and cost less. its just okay.

d&g light blue forever (obx3) - just okay...i think the male line of light blue just tends to be better? than the female line? kinda reminds me of britney spears curious tho which is one i love just a simple fresh white floral

eilish billie eilish (obx4 winter) - i dont rlly like this one....smells burnt

le labo another 13 (everyday honorable mention)- i dont get the pickle note but i also dont rlly like it

le labo the matcha (the painter) - ive smelled it and i dont remember it so theres that

glossier you (obx1) - smells like nothing

escentric molecules 01 (maintenance required) - smells like extra nothing

outlier - the one with the red cap and red heart? yeah idk that one so i cant review it

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Meghans Netflix cooking show! by u/Mickleborough

Meghan’s Netflix cooking show! As Elle breathlessly reported on 11 April 2024:https://preview.redd.it/3hxjufs22s8d1.png?width=1244&format=png&auto=webp&s=e1801599ed47d937c06a6b661d430b633901a680’Meghan Markle’s Netflix Cooking Show: What We Know So Far’, Elle, April 2024, archived / unarchived.[To save you time: Elle knows nothing.]To have some idea of what this piece of landmark TV might be like, we need to refer to what we know.Meghan cooking!This is the teaser from the launch of American Rubella Outbreak.https://ift.tt/7UMk2PX it better than Meghan’s earlier attempts at cooking? Depends on the target audience, I guess.https://preview.redd.it/gpgf3j203s8d1.jpg?width=1640&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e7d13af5fc0cd615bf70d6a6c5c935c4e8734806’Meghan Gets Grilling With Men’s Health’, YouTube. I swear, this never gets old - always good for a laugh.Meghan gardening!Haven’t been able to locate pictures of Meghan gardening, but here’s an unknown (to me) pair from her favourite agency Backgrid, from 2022 seemingly. I suppose people do dress like that in their gardens, even when they know no one’s watching.https://preview.redd.it/x4ro3f0k3s8d1.jpg?width=1204&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f620dbe1b7e12026b8cb50dd9ead5539a6a58a66Here’s a photo of Meghan’s perfumed garden:https://ift.tt/Iv3K04p entertaining!How would Meghan entertain? Well, we know she can dance:https://ift.tt/mcQ8d7n sets the seal on her dancing abilities - but Harry’s unimpressed:https://ift.tt/xtvEkDY you know that she can also sing?https://preview.redd.it/f0u6oa5l4s8d1.jpg?width=1467&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ea50a9cc48d90f162c15c863b07185172bdbdd74Chaiman’s USO holiday tour, 2014, YouTube. One could almost feel sorry for Meghan - then one remembers that Meghan’s a bish.Friendship!https://ift.tt/xz5MpOc Daily Mail recently reported (and was discussed in this sub):https://preview.redd.it/8tevqzul5s8d1.jpg?width=1081&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1cced27d4742567250f95ceeda2ac7d85821952aLet’s look at the Netflix shows and associated merchandising lines: Bridgerton, Love Is Blind, Stranger Things.Spot the common denominator? All are highly successful Netflix shows, catering to distinct audiences. I’m pretty sure that the merch was created AFTER the success of each show. Also, I haven’t looked into this, but I suspect that licensees went to Netflix - rather than Netflix going into business. For example, a company called Republic of Tea seems to be behind the Bridgerton tea products.On this basis, it’s illogical that Netflix would sink money into creating products for an untried lifestyle show. Pretty sure Martha Stewart didn’t get this deal when she started out. But then, Netflix did sign on the dumb duo. post link: https://ift.tt/nSNl8Xc author: Mickleborough submitted: June 25, 2024 at 10:58PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[fedtothenight]

how do I get into fragrances.... where do you get samples? is there a guide for noobs?

hiya!! firstly, i would think twice because it's rlly fucking expensive lol secondly, it really depends on your location, budget, personal taste, etc.

fragrantica is the best website for beginners - you can search up basically any fragrance for notes and reviews, and pay lots of attention to reviews, because notes on their own can be very misleading.

i would start with:

has there ever been a perfume you liked and bought? research the notes, then look through the 'silimar to' section on fragrantica and look up the notes by themselves to find similar perfumes.

what type of scents do you like? gourmand (caramel, chocolate, vanilla), clean (white musk), aromatic (lavender, rosemary), flowery (rose, jasmine, orange blossom), fruity (plum, peach, fig), etc?

if you're into that, find some influencers depending on your taste (ie perfumerism on tiktok)

research!

rock up to your local shop and smell around before you order anything online. sephora, space nk, independent shops, etc.

start with designer and graduate to niche. designer fragrances are generally more mass-appealing and less likely to make you gag (and some niche fragrances can and will make you gag), but, in many cases, just as good in quality.

don't allow influencers to put you off designer fragrances - ysl, jpg, dior, maison margiela, etc. sometimes, something is popular because it's good.

remember: spending £300/$400 or more for one bottle of perfume is and will always be insane; don't be put off dupes, because some are VERY GOOD for the fraction of a price of the original (see: sharaf blend vs angel's share); research arab perfumes - if you're into making a certain impression, they are it; no blind buys unless the blind buy is VERY cheap.

here's a few sample websites based on location: uk: tinyfragrances.co.uk, fragrancesamplesuk.com, myperfectscent.co.uk; eu: amyrisessenze, essenzanobile.de; us: twistedlily.

hope this helps!

edit and important addition: sauvage by dior is good, yet, unfortunately, the ultimate fuckboy fragrance. any man wearing that is a flag a deeper shade of red than the most. beware.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Oooh perfume/scent discourse, may I chime in 👀 I’ll take any excuse to talk perfumes bc I love perfumes 😌💕

I agree w the consensus that Gaz would smell absolutely delicious/the best. That man takes care of himself, he has a skincare routine and all. I think on the daily, he would use Creed aventus. It would suit him perfectly tbh. For a special occasion, I see him going for a Tom Ford private blend, tobacco vanille maybe. Ysl’s Tuxedo would suit him so well too 👌🏻

As for the others. I can see Soap being indifferent to perfumes but still putting in the effort to smell nice, if that makes sense. He, based on the mohawk, obviously cares about his looks and how he is perceived. This man walked into a Sephora once he was on leave and bought a bunch of the perfumes the salesperson recommended to him. That could have been Prada l’homme, Boss bottled, Dior Sauvage/Sport even.

Ghost doesn’t use any perfume, and other than a hint of the standard issue body wash they provide at base, you can’t detect a scent on him. I feel like allowing himself something so personal and “normal” like a scent/perfume goes against the whole idea of him putting himself out there as “Ghost”, if that makes sense?

I see Price going for something classic when he’s off duty. Aqua di Gio would suit someone of his age perfectly tbh. JPG’s le male is another one.

Alejandro is another one who goes for the classics. Dior’s Fahrenheit just screams classic man to me tbh, and I can definitely see him wear it. Chanel Allure would also suit him so well!

As someone with little to no perfume/scent knowledge, I will take your expert opinion on this lmao.

I agree.

[cleolinda]

Weekend links

My posts

Perfume: a twofer on the subject of Joy (1930, 2018, 2019):

The Scent of the Century

The dastardly reason they don't produce it anymore

I just wanted to post a Donna Summer video, and then I wrote an essay about disco surviving the night they blew up records in Comiskey Park.

Health conditions we have discovered to be connected to each other (generally via the immune system or diabetes): immune dysfunction, diabetes/insulin resistance, bipolar disorder, long covid, autism, ADHD, and polycystic ovarian syndrome, for starters. Guess who has fucking all of them. EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED pepe silvia string board dot jpg.

As Pride Month wrapped up, I found the post that helped me figure some stuff out several years ago.

Reblogs of interest

Julian Sands, who went missing on Mount Baldy back in January, has been identified

Oh boy, Twitter is genuinely unusable and I think Elon fucked it up for real this time

oh my god dril is leaving

Never not angry about what happened with Sleepy Hollow

TREE! LAW! TREE! LAW!

Video

Ghost Files: The Chilling Labyrinth of the Winchester Haunted Mansion

Los espookies: if you thought you heard it, no you didn’t

the feel when you realize Janelle Monáe is at your local Pride parade

Behind the scenes of "Bad Romance": SCAMPER

I truly assumed this was a parody: the single-sided jiggler

The sacred texts

RANDY YOUR STICKS

Personal tags of the week

Animal sounds, including one of my favorite subgenres, singing dogs

[spandexual]

Hello! How are you doing? ☺️

Came to say you’re literally always so right, never have been wrong in your life, your mind is so sexy 🙏🙏🙏

I never realised those are your lips on pfp lol Always guessed it’d be Niel or some other juicy kissable lip haver but it’s you, the lip haver, that’s amazing! Love how the design of your blog is so incredibly you, really.

Will I get to see Daiki with makeup and his heels? Hehe. If you remember that post because even I forgor

Did get to try Aventus and well, the fruitiness of it is really great and base is nothing mind-blowing but is really-really nice, the type I like, lol, mostly muskyyyy on me. But sometimes I get the pure actual trash notes ngl and they’re all that sticks to clothes, maybe it’s the point, especially since all “manliness” is stored in them out of all other things but wooop. They’re the most long lasting too compared to general performance which is like almost nothing, damn. And now I notice more people with that perfume than before yet no fruitiness I love in the air 💔

And Jazz Club best than ever 🙏 that tasty base in my -10 C degrees weather is 🤌🤌🤌 You’re one of the reasons for this banger existing in my life, thank you, XOXO 💋 Have a nice day!!!

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and tbh the more I think about it the more I think Daiki would be a no makeup makeup and sneakers gworlie lol the weird competitiveness with a high femme Tsukasa but feeling less than but so attracted at the same time it fits toooooo well

and yeah Aventus is Very Nice. There's a reason it's become so popular lol it's very mass-appealing which of course comes at the cost of it being particularly unique, but it is still Very Nice. The trend for perfumes at the moment though is HEAVY vanilla-y gourmands (even, or even ESPECIALLY, in men's perfumery, look at how popular JPG Le Male Elixir is, basically a sugar bomb) with ambery Iso E Super scents more popular with the Baby's First Perfume teen girl crowd who don't realise that things like Glossier You and Baccarat Rouge 540 and its cheaper dupes are 1) fucking nuclear and 2) don't actually cover up Hormonal Teenager Stink 😭

I'm glad you got to test Jazz Club in cold weather finally!! I do think it's a very classy scent. I recently bought Under the Stars also from Maison Margiela as it was on sale and it is that similar sort of warm classy masculine scent, but with a lot more sex. It's leather and oud after all! Definitely a very safe and "clean" leather and oud without the strength and potential offensiveness of more pure Arabian ouds but still sexy. Worth having a sniff! But let the first blast dry down lol

[autumnapricot]

I was at the store today and saw and JPG La Belle perfume oh my they smell so good… No wonder Charles is a freak about Max’s scent

lmaoo a freak about it😭, but yes indeed, charles may be a freak about it but we understand…it‘s justified….we do get it…

i love that you remembered and thought about that specific one! 🤍