I have a confession to make: I’m a fragrance fanatic. I don’t bathe in scent and asphyxiate fellow elevator passengers, but lately no reading interests me as much as the well-crafted description of how something smells. It’s similar to how people used to read Pauline Kael’s film reviews for the sake of artistry, not to decide whether they’d see the movie.
Still, it feels strange to confess to an obsession that few are aware exists.
— From Charting the ascent of scent: why the olfactory arts are set to be the next great obsession in The National Post (link no longer active, sorry)…
A laundry hamper made out of vetiver!
