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Venus in Litas
Niche genre: smudged eyeliner musks. 1996 is crystals shop patchouli splashed with Chanel vanilla. Add a leather moto jacket, last night’s rouge, a spilt cocktail on a fur coat, and a single midnight cigarette and you’ve got 1996. It’s the scent of a rowdy, self-indulgent night out. Like you got dolled up to your ritziest and then closed out a basement rave. 1996 has the same dustiness and brandied woods as Bibliotheque and the same leather and smoke of Black Saffron, but feels more authentically “lived-in” than either. Heard someone on the internet say this smells like indie sleaze and it’s all I can see now. Longevity is uncharacteristically un-Byredolike.
Mental Snapshot: Skater skirt, hooflike heels. A sweaty dancefloor, glitter tears. Polaroids of modern muses. A self-mythologizing Lana lyric. The NYC skyline, hazed into a dapple of bokeh lights in the night.
tl;dr: my 2014 Tumblr feed
Mental Snapshot: Skater skirt, hooflike heels. A sweaty dancefloor, glitter tears. Polaroids of modern muses. A self-mythologizing Lana lyric. The NYC skyline, hazed into a dapple of bokeh lights in the night.
tl;dr: my 2014 Tumblr feed