I got told this morning that my perfume didn’t smell good – I guess I should be happy that it was immediately identified as my perfume and not my actual personal scent. The perfume of the day: Dzing! Truly weird, this isn’t a pretty perfume. It’s like going to the Stampede, all barnyard and cotton candy, the musk like warm unwashed skin, the cotton candy sweetness, sawdust, worn leather, damp notebooks, falling apart in your backpack. It’s a scent that evokes the good and bad parts of childhood, the parts you thought you’d forgotten, but they still somehow live inside of you.
