Fendi - Asja

This smells like it costs $950/ml.

Issey Miyake - Le Feu d'Issey

(I found this last night in a truly abhorrent strip mall. The washroom was garlanded with clumps of shit. Was the potential contamination worth it? Yes. Because . . .)

mossy rock
vitamin powder
condensed milk, sliding off durian waffles
hot sauna stone
minute comet particles, gleaming rock
Roswell autopsy
peeling a metallic skin off fruit the colour of pyrite
jackfruit
melting tropical fruit parfait
salt-lick for deer
sweat
sponge
tennis shoe sole
T.O.U.C.H.I.N.G. by Paul Sharits - violently crimson tongue scissored between silvery blades
wet globules and gobbets
soft & lapping, apricot skin
"rote sonne"
decaying soursop in the sun, covered with flies
meteorites
the texture of wadded-up nylon
zinc for sunscreen, cobalt Adam-Ant streaks across the nose
yeast, fresh bread
caverns
stalactites
mercury
deconstruction of lipstick - mica, fish scales, cochineal
coagulated vanilla-milk skin
rubber
magma
red vinyl
the insides of a piano
Kiki Smith gem insides
cold stethoscope against chest
latex sap
chalk
fake snow

REVELATION: If a perfume could be a film this would be Progessive Slidings of Pleasure. It smells of the colour red, mannequins, salt, wax, the sea.