Today I smell like a horse. Well, more like the idea of a horse. I am wearing a fragrance called Equus No 8, which came out last year from a small line called YeYe out of Santa Barbara founded by a former haberdasher and a frustrated industrial engineer who decided to get the hell out of New York City and follow their shared olfactive passions to the sea. I currently have several tiny vials of their horse essence (which is really just the scent of tannic leather and cardamom and pink peppercorns and dry rosewood and a pickled, sweaty saffron note which really puts the whole effort right on the razor’s edge of wearable) lying around the apartment, due to a
2016-12-07 The Dry Down #1
2016-12-07 The Dry Down #1
2016-12-07 The Dry Down #1
Today I smell like a horse. Well, more like the idea of a horse. I am wearing a fragrance called Equus No 8, which came out last year from a small line called YeYe out of Santa Barbara founded by a former haberdasher and a frustrated industrial engineer who decided to get the hell out of New York City and follow their shared olfactive passions to the sea. I currently have several tiny vials of their horse essence (which is really just the scent of tannic leather and cardamom and pink peppercorns and dry rosewood and a pickled, sweaty saffron note which really puts the whole effort right on the razor’s edge of wearable) lying around the apartment, due to a