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A fleecy musk, clean and plushy. A domesticated animalic, bottle-fed from birth and snug in a handknit jumper. On second thought, I wouldn’t even call it animalic in the slightest. It’s a distant, fond memory of animals. If this scent were an item,...

A saucy lullaby. The kind of scent you want to nuzzle into. Like curling naked between the folds of a warm duvet. However, the ginger keeps her from reading too slumbery and the vetiver adds a dry, almost electric hum. Soft-spoken, but with biting wit....

Raspberry-lime sorbet and frothy cream soda, married by bubblegum-toned tuberose. It’s creamy yet tart, candied in a sweet-and-sour way. Acid green and hibiscus pink. The lime is not shy. (And such a treat!). There’s something cold about this otherwise...

A pheromone-like floral. My dark horse of the Universal Flowering fam. The star is pillowy, voluptuous jasmine. It’s flower made flesh, sweaty and humid. The supporting lychee is lush and drunken, a bang on lycheetini. Tobacco provides the bassline,...

Crushed velvet basil. At once bitter and sweet, dark and bright. Reclining on a fresh-cut lawn in dappled sunlight. Leans grassy on fabric, but something sweet and powdery awakens on skin. I swear there’s got to be fig sap hiding in here. The contrast...

Wilted purple petals, fresh turned soil, a shroud of petrichor rising from sepulchre stone. This is one of the most transportive scents I’ve met, and surprisingly wearable too. Few fragrances capture the sensation of coldness so well. This is the feeling...

Melancholy solar musk. Act 1: honeydew balm. Act 2: beach ball static. Act 3: hot sand sugar cookie-ing to oiled skin. The plastic and sunscreen smell true to life, but don’t sleep on the choya nakh (roasted seashell). I first encountered this...

My mission to find a fragrance that vibes like a y2k aquarium lamp is fulfilled. Seahorse smells exactly how it looks: a high-saturation turquoise. It’s a brine-free marine with plenty of buoyant, melon-toned calone. The algal note plays more...

A spring-in-your-step rose. A sweet-n-sour candy rose. The dozens of reviewers before me said it best: this is pink lemonade. Surprised how well the pepper plays like a seltzer-y citrus, as I caught lemon long before I could even appreciate any rose....

A Pinterest-perfect pinky rose. I couldn’t flag the matcha, but the tangerine adds a sprightly clarity and sweetness to the overall scent. The dry down is pastel rosewater, with a faint shampoo tone. @perbibibibi compared it to &honey hair oil,...

Black sheep of the Liis family. OTM shows up to the garden party in head-to-toe distressed leather, swigging from a hip flask. This is a masc-veering scent, which I mentally group in the “speakeasy” family of boozy leathers. Ex: Bottega Veneta’s...

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...