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vuongobssd · 2 years
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The comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation.
Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
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jwehhtm83 · 1 year
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cleolinda · 1 year
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Hello Kitty (Sanrio, 1987)
So my very first perfume was a tiny bottle from the Sanrio store when I was about seven years old.
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I will stop here to say that the reason I love reading perfume reviews, especially user reviews on Fragrantica, is that they are 90% Proustian reveries. Scent is so difficult to describe—“It smells like strawberries.” Okay, but what do strawberries smell like? How do they smell different from cherries? You opened your mouth (or the keyboard on your phone) just now to tell me, and then you stopped because you know, but how do you explain it in words? You see what I mean. So people end up describing the things a fragrance reminds them of, the places they were when the scent enveloped them, the objects it lingered on, the time it occupied. We write about fragrance like ghosts. Scent is so difficult to put into words, and yet it evokes memory so powerfully: dreamy little snapshots of people’s lives.
This ghost has a little red bow on its head. So the company that makes Hello Kitty, Sanrio, had an entire flourishing store of sparkling pink and apple-red back in the '80s, in Alabama, and it was my favorite store (I nearly said "it was paradise," but that might be overstating it. Toys'R'Us was also pretty sweet). I loved Hello Kitty, but also My Melody (the rabbit with the pink hood), Little Twin Stars (Kiki and Lala, if you please), and later, Spottie Dottie (a Dalmatian who also loves pink), as well. I had a pastel blue and pink Twin Stars pencil box that was one of the treasures of my life, and a similar jewelry box—a smooth rounded cube with two drawers and a lid compartment, in which I kept chunky plastic rainbow rings. Tiny colored pencils, strangely scented erasers, shiny locking diaries—I loved to just wander the store with my patient mother, whether she actually let me get anything that time or not.
However, one of the things I did get was a tiny bottle of perfume. This was very important to a seven year old: a perfume of mine own. My mom would later give me those grown-up sample vials that sometimes came with her makeup purchases from the mall, but this was something sweet and innocent and fruity that smelled like me.
I still have it—it's long gone off now, winy in the bottle and powdery on my skin—and as I got older, I really wanted to find an adult equivalent. But it was so… generically sweet. I had no idea what it was supposed to be. Eventually I started to puzzle it out… some kind of fruit blossom? Cherry? Apple?
And then I started trying Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab samples. I discovered a now-discontinued one called The Hesperides: "Sturdy oak bark, dew-kissed leaves, twilight mist and crisp apple." It smelled almost exactly the same, just, you know… grown-up, with oakmoss. My Hello Kitty perfume had just been a simple, candyish apple scent the whole time.
And then I remembered, the key to everything: Hello Kitty is five apples tall.
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eleonorasimoncini · 4 months
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Effetti analgesici dell’abitudine.
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"No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory – this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me it was me. ... Whence did it come? What did it mean? How could I seize and apprehend it? ... And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before mass), when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Léonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane. The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it. And all from my cup of tea." Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time
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I got 10 pages into tavi gevinson Taylor manifesto and decided I need to go into work early to print myself a copy and read that instead. I must highlight
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heavencasteel420 · 4 months
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I need to edit this thing. Jonathan doesn’t need to think about his entire life before he answers a simple question about how he still remembers when Hawkins High’s winter formal is.
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franzias-cave · 6 months
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Scent: lilac
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xanax, time loop, romanov RPF? It's Olivia Giacobetti's En Passant
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officialpenisenvy · 10 days
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there's an old woman on the bus whose perfume smells just like my late great-auntie 🥹🥹🥹
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proustian-dream · 2 months
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thequietabsolute · 8 months
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Albion and Brexit. Foreigners, if you’re ever there, praise it, say ‘Freedom loving England!’ and remember that not even the golf clubs here change their policies by a simple majority vote.
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yugiohz · 1 year
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wer are 300k words into this fic and they both still don’t know that the other is bi 10/10 for the bachelorette
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gainesha · 1 year
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I just had a sudden moment when I imagined some of my best friends as the newborn babies they were at the beginning of their lives, and my heart filled with love and protection for them, and how grateful I am that they are here in this world.
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theda-rison · 2 years
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Monthly Monday Mixtape!
So I... am NOT a fan of summer. The only appeal for me is that all the fruit is in season, other than that, I wish it were winter already. Let’s go back to when it’s cold and I’m not sweating the second I walk outside. Please and thank you.
For some reason my summer tunes always tend towards ska and 90s riot grrrl kind of stuff, but I can’t find my old summer playlist from back when having an iPod was worth it, so I made a new one.
Stupid Cool Pool Party
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I’m not sure what the theme here is. Originally I was just looking for fun summery (and again, ska-ish) music, and somehow it became about a guy who likes a girl, she ditches him, he throws a pool party and meets a new girl and they fall in love. Idk lol.
Here’s the tracklist: 
Illusion - Ateez
Those Hot Summer Nights (Won’t Last Forever) - The Aquabats
Nero - Covet
The Impression That I Get - The Might Mighty Bosstones
Sunday Morning - No Doubt
The Goonies ‘r’ Good Enough - Cindy Lauper
Pool Party - The Aquabats
Stupid Cool - Dawn
I’m Not Cool - HyunA
Falkor - Covet
Ping Pong - HyunA & Dawn
Eternal Sunshine - Ateez
I hope you enjoy it! :D
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bestlifelee · 1 year
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Benefits of Eucalyptus
Eucalyptus is food for Koala Bears. So cute, right?  But eucalyptus is good for us, too. I’ve been to Portugal a few times and one of my fondest memories about the trip, aside from the wonderful people I met there, is the scent of eucalyptus.  The roads were lined with eucalyptus trees and the scent of the air is amazing! I have been in many homes over the years for work and there are still…
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hedgehog-moss · 9 months
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"rn I feel like reading about someone's quiet daily life, maybe a diary or letters, set in a place or context I don't know much about, without turmoil or tragedy" oh! do you have any recommendations for books like this?
This is one of my favourite types of books! Here are 30(ish) recs...
May Sarton's The House by the Sea or Plant Dreaming Deep
Gyrðir Elíasson's Suðurglugginn / La fenêtre au sud (not translated into English unfortunately!), also Bergsveinn Birgisson's Landslag er aldrei asnalegt / Du temps qu'il fait (exists in German too)
Gretel Ehrlich's The Solace of Open Spaces, which iirc was originally written as journal entries and letters before being adapted into a book
Kenneth White's House of Tides: Letters from Brittany and Other Lands of the West
Sei Shonagon's Pillow Book
The Diary of a Provincial Lady, E. M. Delafield
Growing Up with the Impressionists: The Diary of Julie Manet
Elizabeth and Her German Garden by Elizabeth von Arnim (do not read if you don't like flowers)
The Road Through Miyama by Leila Philip (I've mentioned it before, it feels like this gif)
The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, I keep recommending this one but it's so nice and I love snails
Epicurean Simplicity, Stephanie Mills
The Light in the Dark: A winter journal by Horatio Clare
The Letters of Rachel Henning
The letters of Tove Jansson, also The Summer Book and Fair Play
The diary of Sylvia Townsend Warner—here's an entry where she describes some big cats at the zoo. "Frank and forthcoming, flirtatious carnivores, [...] guttersnipishly loveable"
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The Letters of Rachel Carson & Dorothy Freeman were very sweet and a little bit gay. I mostly remember from this long book I read years ago that Rachel Carson once described herself as "retiring into her shell like a periwinkle at low tide" and once apologised to Dorothy because she had run out of apple-themed stationery.
Jane Austen's letters (quoting the synopsis, "Wiser than her critics, who were disappointed that her correspondence dwelt on gossip and the minutiae of everyday living, Austen understood the importance of "Little Matters," of the emotional and material details of individual lives shared with friends and family")
Madame de Sévigné's letters because obviously, and from the same time period, the letters of the Princess Palatine, Louis XIV's sister-in-law. I read them a long time ago and mostly I remember that I enjoyed her priorities. There's a letter where she complains that she hasn't received the sausages she was promised, and then in the next paragraph, mentions the plot to assassinate the King of England and also, the Tartars are walking on Vienna currently.
Wait I found it:
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R.C. Sherriff's The Fortnight in September (quoting the author, "I wanted to write about simple, uncomplicated people doing normal things")
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith
Pond, Claire-Louise Bennett
Rules for Visiting, Jessica Francis Kane
The following aren't or aren't yet available in English, though some have already been translated in 5-6 languages:
ツバキ文具店 / La papeterie Tsubaki by ito Ogawa
半島へ / La péninsule aux 24 saisons by Mayumi Inaba
Giù la piazza non c'è nessuno, Dolores Prato (for a slightly more conceptual take on the "someone's everyday life" theme—I remember it as quite Proustian in its meticulousness, a bit like Nous les filles by Marie Rouanet which is much shorter and more lighthearted but shows the same extreme attention to childhood details)
Journal d'un homme heureux, Philippe Delerm, my favourite thing about this book is that the goodreads commenter who gave it the lowest rating complained that Delerm misidentified a wine as a grenache when actually it's a cabernet sauvignon. Important review!
Un automne à Kyôto, Corinne Atlan (I find her writing style so lovely)
oh and 西の魔女が死んだ / L’été de la sorcière by Kaho Nashiki —such a little Ghibli film of a book. There's a goodreads review that points out that Japanese slice-of-life films and books have "a certain way of describing small, everyday actions in a soothing, flawless manner that can either wear you out, or make you look at the world with a temporary glaze of calm contentment and introspective understanding [...]"
I'd be happy to get recommendations in this 'genre' as well :)
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