juliasaragaw

This is that awkward closeness when you and your soulmate keep brushing against each other. Warm skin catching quick grazes. Holding eye contact with the orange sunset longer than with one another. Exciting in an innocent way. Petrichor...

Not my usual fragrance profile, but undeniably captivating. Spiced frangipane, caramelized fig, and golden amber blend into something that feels like a love potion. It reminds me so strongly of my last visit to my home country,...

A light, airy rose water without a hint of powder (thank god). The candied violet adds a bright, sweet touch, showing me just how beautifully versatile violet can be. I don’t usually like rose, but this one is changing my mind. The honeywood...

I’m so conflicted on this one! The rose might give me a headache over time, but the rest of the composition is stunning. Orris butter lends a creamy texture, like the fragrance was mixed with a wooden spoon. Violet dusting powder and raspberry...

Whenever I smell cumin, it always leans intimate. Almost a little naughty. In this perfume, the cardamom isn’t super spicy; instead, it adds a soft creaminess. My boyfriend said it smells like a concentrated Spirit Halloween store. A little...

A tart green apple meets pungent white florals, but not the demure kind. These flowers lean animalic, almost fecal, with a slightly sour tang. It’s like biting into a crisp apple at dawn in a meadow while cows graze a little too close for olfactive...

Another fig, but with an edge. Studio Scent is herbal and austere. Imagine a chilled black tea steeped with fig leaves in a shaded garden. Maybe a brick store nestled on the loud streets of Chicago or New York. I’m a little fig-fatigued,...

Strawberry Shortcake with strawberries baked right in, topped with powdered sugar. Just like a cake my mom bakes. Vanilla Sweet cream pudding with aromatic herbal touches. It’s a need. Blueberry A blueberry popsicle. Sweet melted sugar dripping down...

Seven vanillas, all dressed to the nines. This is luxury gourmand at its peak: lush, creamy vanilla ice cream spun from the finest ingredients, drizzled with burnt caramel. The golden crust on a creme brûlée protecting...

This has way more leather than I expected. I don’t know why, but it instantly takes me to a ballet studio. There’s that odd scent of rubber mixed with a soft sweetness, like the changing rooms and worn-in pointe shoes. I’m completely...

Oh wow… I am actually blushing. There’s something about Sintra that makes me want to kick my feet and giggle. It’s such an intimate and playful floral musk. The florals feel light and airy, while the base gives this slightly dirty skin...

It’s giving powdery peach ring candy. The florals are blended in such a way that they almost blur together into a warm, slightly muddled haze. It’s like mixing all the paints until you get that soft greyish brown. For some reason, I imagine...