My INFJ Scent Diary

Life without fragrance feels colorless. These four Diptyque bottles understand my moods better than most people do. Eau de Parfum Philosykos sits on my nightstand because I need to smell its fig leaves before sleep. It's green and milky, like childhood summers I never actually had but somehow remember. The kind of scent that makes strangers lean closer without realizing why. L'Eau Papier became my morning ritual—clean soap and white musk that settles into skin like a second layer. It's the smell of fresh notebooks and quiet confidence. When I wear it, I feel like the person I'm trying to become. Orphéon surprised me. Sweet jasmine with an edge of powder, like finding love letters in vintage coat pockets. It makes me feel both nostalgic and hopeful, which is exactly where I live emotionally most days. 34 Boulevard Saint Germain is my secret weapon—that rich, old-perfume complexity that intimidated me for years. Now I crave its vintage sophistication, the way it makes me feel like I have stories worth telling. I never understood people who don't wear fragrance. How do they remember who they are? #beauty #fragrance #scentofself