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asmr tangerine
Plush citrus musk. The musk is pillowy, downy, almost lactonic. It’s livened by pulpy tangerine, with sandalwood seeds. All this is married by a flutter of jasmine stars. It’s a smooth, slumbery caress of a scent. An ASMR croon that everything is going to be okay. I like it far better on my skin (leans tangy) than on fabric (leans lotion-y).
Byredo has a body lotion called Le Chemin (that you can only waft at select “Luxury Collection” hotels), which is also a woody-citrus-cream. I was disappointed to find there is no Le Chemin perfume, but 001 Woman is my closest match yet. The most luxurious week of my life was a weeklong business trip where I roosted at the Josun Palace in Seoul. And I practically marinated in that butter. And, dear reader, some of that Luxury Collection lotion may have found itself siphoned into a few $1 travel containers...
Mental Snapshot: A solitary wellness retreat, to a cottage of your choosing. Everything closes by three, but you want for nothing. The grocer at the sun-bleached bodega sees that you get at least two of her homemade sourdough loaves a day. You lay in a wildflower patch, curling snug beneath a marshmallowy duvet, and watch creatures shift in the clouds. You reunite with all your childhood imaginary friends.
tl;dr: asmr tangerine
Byredo has a body lotion called Le Chemin (that you can only waft at select “Luxury Collection” hotels), which is also a woody-citrus-cream. I was disappointed to find there is no Le Chemin perfume, but 001 Woman is my closest match yet. The most luxurious week of my life was a weeklong business trip where I roosted at the Josun Palace in Seoul. And I practically marinated in that butter. And, dear reader, some of that Luxury Collection lotion may have found itself siphoned into a few $1 travel containers...
Mental Snapshot: A solitary wellness retreat, to a cottage of your choosing. Everything closes by three, but you want for nothing. The grocer at the sun-bleached bodega sees that you get at least two of her homemade sourdough loaves a day. You lay in a wildflower patch, curling snug beneath a marshmallowy duvet, and watch creatures shift in the clouds. You reunite with all your childhood imaginary friends.
tl;dr: asmr tangerine