When did Tide start making rose-flavored pods?
Detergent floral that strips the nuance of the original. I put it in the medicine chest, but it might do better in the laundry room to lift stains.
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This song (and the video) is jarring, but also has incredible tension and nuance.
Manly herbaceous man who fashionably needs to shave tones it down for a corporate meeting.
Grapefruit juice and lavender for breakfast, oak desk and middle management musk at the end.
He’ll get his promotion soon.
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The Blind Boys of Alabama are fantastic. This was the intro theme to The Wire.
Manly herbaceous man who fashionably needs to shave goes on a date, and he cleans up rather nice in his vanilla dress shirt.
Lavender and good manners on top, apple wood and patchouli on the bottom.
Still not over it.
Alcoholic juicy figs out of the bottle that turn creamy with jasmine right away, then has fancy tea and cake for thirty minutes.
I like the clary sage that keeps this clean and not too sweet, but it’s definitely on the feminine end of unisex.
The pine bottom notes settle under the skin for another hour.
Nice, but not a whole lot of personality.
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Feeling Cher’s cover of this one today.
A squirt of lemon juice that sweetens to hard candy and aniseed for an hour, then settles to citrus oil woods and Joy dish soap suds for another two.
I get why it’s so popular. There’s something fancy, yet low-key about it–like good taste with a sense of humor.
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This song never fails to put me in a good mood.
A drier 4711, less sweet, less herbal, with twice the lasting power…
…which means twenty minutes rather than ten.
The orange flower is lovely, but it gets eaten up by the bergamot pretty quickly. I like the amber at the bottom–it roughs up the jasmine, but the rosemary and lavender don’t have the freshness of the basil.
If I were stupid rich, I might buy a bottle, but tried and true and cheap suits broke me just fine.
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Chris Cornell joined Alice in Chains on this one.
This smells like your car after you’ve had it detailed because the neighbor kid puked Olive Garden all over the back seat.
It tries.
Lavender and orange oil solvent.
Windex and mint. A little lime and some hopeful sandalwood.
But it just can’t disguise the vomit.
(This is how to cover a song.) (Contains no barfing.)
Green bank lollipops, grubby herbs and pale wet patchouli.
A twinkly high school boy could pull this one off well, but not me.
Nick Cave is so marvelously angsty.
Spell is my favorite from The Lyre of Orpheus, the mellower “side B” of this double album.
More from the 4711 sample set of Acqua Colonia minis.
This one hits the sinuses like a cough drop, then sweetens to Italian ice. The ginger doesn’t have much of a bite, but it pushes the lemon out of cleanser territory and into soda-pop.
Lasts a perky half hour.
I’d love it as iced tea, too.
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Lemon pop with a twisty video.
“Possibility in the blue air.”
Chandler Burr’s collaboration with ELd’O–in an homage to LA–is quite good.
A big fresh peel of grapefruit, then a mint mojito–with really nice white rum–and roses.
It’s bright and fresh and cheerful, loud projection and nice longevity, cool green musk at the end, kind of a Gucci Envy updated for this modern age.
I like it much better than the book, which is not cheerful at all, and has very little citrus.
kira a. gold 