Perfumes: The Guide

Before I met Luca, I was just a fan. I came to his work, as so many did, after reading Chandler Burr's The Emperor of Scent, which descri...

A package from Australia came, with a sheaf of papers in a transparent pouch stuck on, currently required by international fragrance safe...

Zoologist Perfumes sent me a sample of Tyrannosaurus Rex in their customary exquisite packaging, with a picture of the capo di tutti i ca...

Christine Nagel’s job as in-house perfumer at Hermès must be one of the most coveted in the business, together with the equivalent at Gue...

There was a time in the 1970s when feminines, perhaps directed by the Devas to redress the cosmic balance upset by frayed bell bottoms an...

Xerjoff is an Italian firm, situated along the bullshit continuum somewhere between Creed and Roja Dove, but with less access to perfumer...

To a cornucopian nerd like myself, Prosody’s shtick sounds silly: “We source the finest natural ingredients (non-GMO) from around the wor...

Reading the backstory to Chatillon Lux fragrances, I was prepared to be skeptical and ended up enchanted. Instead of serving up fake Fren...

Natalia Outeda intended this fragrance to recall the Welsh tea-and-pastries of Chubut province in southern Argentina. I remember once lan...

First, the obligatory righteous rant: a few months ago LVMH bought Jean Patou, owners of the one and only Joy, an imperishable 1930 marve...

The name is a humorous riff on Années Vingt, the ‘Twenties. There was of course only one Année 25, the year of the Exposition des Arts Dé...

I went to the local department store yesterday (Attica, situated within a swank mall grandly named Golden Hall) and headed straight for t...

Our copies were printed in Poland, or so they say, and possibly sent overland by pony, as we just got them yesterday. The American copies...