*squinting at own cleavage*

[taennyn]

I smell like I've dipped my bra in carrot cake. And yet, the same source smells lemon-cedar on my wrist.

Body chemistry is weird.



For the curious, it's Arcana Soaps LE Spring 2009: Monsieur Lapin. "A wild jackrabbit blend of warm ginger, black vanilla, Atlas cedarwood, bergamot, soft musk, cardamom, a pinch of patchouli, and a tiny nip of oakmoss."

Comments

[celeloriel.livejournal.com]

Hee. I think you have the most interestingly reactive body chemistry of everyone I know, or maybe the most precise scent of smell. I can't map things that well on me.

[taennyn]

I only manage it with scents I can actually identify--I can't pick out the individual notes in a bottle of perfume aside from the ones that are Instant Headaches (and even then I might not be able to tell you which one of said it was).

But yeah, my cleavage spent a good chunk of the afternoon smelling of carrot cake.

[celeloriel.livejournal.com]

:D :D