I have a confession to make: I am a Maison Francis Kurkdijan [sic] Baccarat Rouge 540 devotee – but I kind of hate myself for it. I love how it smells, I love how it makes me feel when I wear it and I love when people comment on it. But the thing is, it’s a perfume that can be considered one of the greatest – and most popular – of our time. And although that’s for a very good reason, it’s also the very thing that makes me question my own choices.

— Read more in So Eau'ver It - Can Popularity Ruin A Perfume's Appeal? at Elle Uk.

A special kind of alchemy happens on Crenshaw Tuesdays through Saturdays. Driving with the windows up on Adams and glancing south, you might mistake it for a dumpster fire. But if you let the haze of silver smoke waft through your car, and into your nose, a sensation will overtake you even as your eyes might start to sting: Your heart opens. The delicious smell lets you in to an encounter with the sublime.

— Read more in In praise of the best-smelling food spots in L.A. at Los Angeles Times.