Port Moresby jeweler and friend Es introduced me to the olfactory joy of perfume mixing. She’s so fab she throws in a crash course in scent fusing for every bling purchase you make.
Her philosophy behind perfume mixing which also stands as her excuse for hoarding things she sees in Vogue is that a perfume is a mixture of stuff and to fuse two or more perfumes together wouldn’t exactly result to a nuclear fallout. Hmmm…
Anyway before you start concocting your parfum one needs to master two things:
1. eaus (parfums, toilettes and cologne), and your
2. bases (oil and alcohol)
And you are off to seducing the closet case from the IT department with your personalized potion!
Try my TOMMY LIKES MEN for starters. You’ll need:
A discreet place to meet him
Discreet-er maneuver where you could pull him close enough and long enough to get a whiff of you
Spray generously maintaining a 2:1 Tommy to Diesel spray ratio.
Your whiff should resemble the concoction of Mr. IT’s St. Scho girl’s virginal aroma and the muskiness of his Fitness First buddy.
If fused properly the resulting scent guarantees you a date until Christmas tops and if you’re into leather and whips perhaps he’ll even let you pass the firewall for porn access.
Who would have known aroma therapy really works and darn spa owners weren’t ripping us off. I was blending scents the next day and Es’ little hobby kept me calm while trying to figure out how in hell to pay for them stones.
I’m writing shit again. Help!
Labels: Ek Eks and Chubanels