had to lie down after this

nursing a sample of Osmanthe Yunnan, peachy petals and soft suede swirled into a tea, a beam of afternoon sun in September, the warm sinking feeling of falling asleep—JCE continues to architect dreams—I hate to stan an old white French man this hard

wearing L'Air de Panache (thank you Isaac!) and catapulted back to the first time I sampled CDG 2, the edges of my definition of perfume pulled wide and taut, the match struck against the flint of my brain. mark buxton I will always love you. wes anderson, on the other hand