Alas, Vicomte de Valmont, I am not fool enough to fall for your tricks a second time.

Jeez. What is it with florals? So few of them can I actually wear, and nothing, apparently, with violet, geranium or carnation. It's either stinky soap, rancid makeup, or baby powder. Nauseating. And they smell so nice on other people! It's a conspiracy. Only roses don't turn on me.

Geek, though . . . now that's a smell! Red-hot cinnamony slapped-around butt-groping sex. Now with leather!

Yes, this is going to be a random scent-thoughts journal, rather than a real news and updates journal (that would be at my livejournal account). I'll maunder here about things perfumey.