This week I sampled civet, castoreum, honey bee and hyraceum courtesy of Abdes Salaam Attar. The civet had me gagging at first, thinking I would have to scrub it off and the castoreum wasn’t far behind. Within an hour they had settled and the castoreum was alluring, the civet still smelt slightly acrid but had developed roundness, the hyraceum settled to a nice muskiness and the honeybee got lost in the swarm. I topped this all off with some Aftelier Parfum de Maroc before hopping in to bed with a great art theft romp and found myself lulled and slightly euphoric, the kind of euphoria one expects when first partaking in an Absinthe louche. I was not expecting to be blissfully floating away by stinky, wet, beaver. Love comes in all manner of clothing.
There has also been a discussion in the perfume community this week about strange scents people like. Daver over at The Fragrant Bros mentioned liking sewerage because if was reminiscent of egg salad and spending time with his father – this reminds me of the rotten egg gas in metal work class. I like the smell of petrol fumes and the smell of rain on the asphalt on a warm day; this takes me back to my school days hinting that the summer holidays were not far away. All this strangeness and reminiscing has me wondering if strange scent likes are somehow bound to scent memories.
Do you have any scent/aroma likes that could be seen by some people to be strange, and if so do they have a scent memory?
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