I like perfume. Before I started writing here, I really got into reading perfume blogs, which I thought were hilarious. "When I smell this fragrance, I am winter. I am a ski lift, oily and rusted. I am a cedar log, rotting. I am a hawk flying through the air, hunting, crashing into snow. I am a mouse, rich with hot salt iron blood, sadly gulped down in my prime." But I loved them despite their hilarity, because I TOO WAS THAT SKI LIFT. So I thought it might be a good idea to try to learn more, try more, and write more down. Pretty good goals for any hobby, of course, but perfume does offer a dizzying infinity of variety.
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