Scents That Sneak Up On Me
I swear, Aesop Karst smells like that exact moment after swimming—hand in hand, ice cream melting, summer slipping away with leaves and his shampoo still on me.
Documents Naive? It’s like biting into a fuzzy peach that’s too sweet but not quite, while a fan hums overhead and I try to cool off my racing heart.
Grandhand Violette takes me back to that Korean trip—ice cream puffs that tasted like fall, wool skirts, a cat that wouldn’t stop following me, and leaves everywhere.
Nonfiction For Rest? Rain, incense, tea brewing in a hanok… I almost forgot how quiet that felt.
Philosykos is creamy fig I didn’t expect but keep reaching for.
Melograno smells like childhood powder but not in a cutesy way. More like… memories folded into skin.
Byredo Pulp — I was in Melbourne, sharing shaved ice with someone, and drowning in homework but couldn’t care less. Sweet and messy.
Debaser? Sydney, 19, everything confused—sharp, sticky, nostalgic. It still sticks to me.
#beauty #fragrance #memorylane
