hello.
a very short, sweet, satirical letter to read for comfort on this gloomy day.
this valentine’s day, i’m indulging in a ritual of my own making—buying myself a new fragrance, filling my kitchen with the warmth of heart-shaped ravioli while dark chocolate brownies bake in the oven. i’ll curl up with my favorite vday inspired films, in the mood for love (2000) and be my valentine, charlie brown (1975)- maybe 101 dalmatians (1961) for comfort. i’ll end the night as all perfect evenings should—with jazz playing softly in the background, a book in hand, and dark chocolate dipped strawberries within reach. a love letter to myself, in every sense. i hope you’ll do the same…
a quick love letter to another 13… my new obsession.
i know i’m late to the game. i’ve avoided this scent like the plague because of the hype. but the gentleman at le labo encouraged me to just try it after i professed my love of molecule 01 (my beloved). and now i blame him for this current love spell i’m under.
not every scent moves me the way that another 13 did when i smelled it for the first time. it’s subtle, it’s atmospheric- a quiet presence that lingers like a half-remembered dream. it’s intimate yet expansive, addictive, sensual and esoteric, yet deeply familiar. this is a scent for those who reject small talk in favor of conversations that stretch deep into the night, for those who find beauty in ambiguity, for those drawn to the androgynous and the in-between. what first seemed fleeting revealed itself to be anything but—its silage clinging effortlessly to my skin for 6-7 hours before settling into a skin scent that felt like it had always been there, a whisper of something both deeply personal and entirely elusive.
when i fall for a fragrance (which does not happen often), i fall hard.
i need to cocoon myself in this scent, to let it seep into my sheets, my clothes, my books. i want it on my wrists when i write, on my collarbone when i lean in close, on my pillow when i fall asleep.
and now i need the lotion and perfume balm oil.
(notes: iso e super, ambrette, pear, apple, citrus, moss, jasmine)
i’ve gotten that off my chest now, so let’s move on…



i’ve made a list of valentine’s gift ideas for your lover that aren’t chocolates or flowers:
(this is satire. maybe.)
-a spell book
-trinkets and baubles from the 1920s
-a mid 18th century pew (this is wild)
-monetary resources
-candles for her altar
-annual jstor subscription
-melancholic seaside isolation
-pharmaceuticals
-an invitation to a seance
-date night over internet archive readings
-pictures of camus
-old books
-sourdough
-love letters from her favorite dead philosophers
-an early 19th century abandoned haunted victorian mansion
-a lock of hair tied with velvet ribbon
-cashmere socks and sweater
-the blood of their beloved
okay, that’s all for today.
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i love you.
bye.
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lowkey would love to get old books and sourdough though
I was inspired in your IG story to get a trial size of Another 13- waiting for it in the mail.