For the third installment of this year’s gift guide, which is inspired by female music icons (as you know from last week’s ode to Pat Benatar and the previous tribute to Janelle Monae’s equestrian-meets-funk style), we’re focusing on British pop star Lily Allen.
In his classic poem “Ode to Autumn,” British romantic poet John Keats referred to fall as the “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,” which conspired with the sun to “fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.” Inspired by Keats’ notion of fruits at their ripest point, perfumer Christine Nagel envisioned a fragrance anchored by the pear’s juiciness.
When dried leaves in sunset orange, cardinal red, mulberry, and mustard yellow are scattered on the ground, making crunching sounds underneath our boot-clad feet, our aromatic palettes, too, begin to change.
The city of Istanbul straddles the Bosphorus, a narrow navigational strait connecting the Black Sea and the Sea of Namara (which is itself connected to the Aegen Sea).
Sweet and savory, with a hint of salt — that’s the directive Thierry Mugler gave Pierre Aulas, the Olfactory Artistic Director of Thierry Mugler Parfums, during the beginning stages of developing the Womanity Eau de Parfum Spray, the follow-up to 1992’s Angel and 2005’s Alien.
A climbing, ornamental plant, the star jasmine is commonly cultivated in California both because of the its white blooms’ pretty star shape and its romantic fragrance.
Last week, in Part I of our “Summer Fragrance Extravaganza,” we focused on tuberose-centered scents, pomegranate-rich splashes and mists, as well as fruity floral perfumes with a light-hearted, fun-loving spirit.
This summer, perfumers have found inspiration in everything from luscious pomegranate to the ever elusive tuberose bloom.
Formally established in 1898, Dalian is the second largest city in the Lianoning provice, located in Dongbei, China.
When I was a little girl, my parents would take my older brother and I for a “paseo” (the Spanish word for “journey,” though it often refers to shorter day trips) in Old San Juan on lazy Sunday afternoons.
