Two Bottles, Twelve Months, A Thousand Moods
There was a time I had ten foundations lined up like a royal court and a different perfume for every weekday. Back in college, my vanity felt like a dressing room. Picking my scent every morning felt like choosing an identity.
Now? One brow pencil. One tinted lip balm. And just two fragrances—on heavy rotation, all year.
🟤 1. Penhaligon’s Juniper Sling
It opens like a cold gin tonic on a velvet night—sharp, clear, arresting. I used to love aloof scents, like Lutens’ Datura Noir. But now I prefer something that says come closer instead of stay away.
Juniper Sling is a contradiction: icy but warm-blooded, like a rainy October morning that makes you want to talk softly. The dry-down? A boozy cherry warmth—clean yet suggestive. It’s the scent I wear when I want to flirt without trying. When I want to leave the memory of my presence behind.
🟢 2. Aesop Tacit
This is my everyday clarity. Basil, citrus, vetiver. It smells like “I know what I’m doing” in a bottle. I wear it to speak publicly, to write, even to dream—it lives on my pillow some nights.
No drama. Just honesty and air.
I’ve learned that things should serve me, not the other way around. Two bottles are enough when they both smell like me.
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