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A Conversation on Arabie

A Package from Ines

A Package from Lavanya

A More Affordable Olfactionary

A Week of Wearing What I Like

Amouage Dia (pour femme)

Amouage Dia (pour homme)

Amouage Epic Woman

Amouage Gold

Amouage Interlude Man

Amouage Jubilation 25 

Amouage Lyric Woman

Amouage Memoir Woman

Amouage Opus I

Amouage Opus III

Amouage Opus IV

Amouage Opus V

Amouage Opus VI

Amouage Tribute

Amouage Ubar

Annick Goutal Ambre Fetiche

Annick Goutal Encens Flamboyant

Annick Goutal Heure Exquise

Annick Goutal Petite Cherie

Annick Goutal Sables

April Aromatics Calling All Angels

April Aromatics Bohemian Spice

April Aromatics Jasmina 

April Aromatics Nectar of Love

April Aromatics Rose L'Orange

Aroma M Geisha Green

Aroma M Geisha Rouge

Arquiste Boutonniere no. 7

At the Moment (Chanel 22 & Marshall Crenshaw)

At the Moment (Contemplating Change & Habit Rouge)

At the Moment (Marron Chic & Paris)

At the Moment (More Midsummer Delights/Epic/Geisha Noire)

At the Moment (Saki & Lubin Idole edt)

At the Moment (Secret de Suzanne /D'Orsay L'Intrigante)

At the Moment (Spring Pretties/Un Air de Samsara)

At the Moment (Summery Things...Love Coconut)

At the Moment (Vera Wang & Fireman's Fair novel)

Ava Luxe Café Noir

Beatnik Emptiness Incense

Best of 2009

Bond No. 9 Andy Warhol Silver Factory

Bond No. 9 Brooklyn

Bond No. 9 Little Italy

Bond No. 9 New Haarlem

Bottega Veneta eau de parfum

Breath of God

Byredo Green

By Kilian Amber Oud

Calyx by Prescriptives

Canturi by Stefano Canturi

Capote, Truman & Evening in Paris

Carner Barcelona D600

Caron Aimez-Moi

Caron French Cancan

Caron Parfum Sacre

Caron Tabac Blond

Caron Tubereuse

Caron Yatagan

Cartier II L'Heure Convoitee

Cartier IV L'Heure Fougueuse

Chanel 31 Rue Cambon

Chanel Bel Respiro

Chanel Chance

Chanel Coco

Chanel Coromandel

Chanel Cuir de Russie

Chanel Egoiste

Chanel No. 5 (vintage)

Chanel No. 22

Chantecaille Petales

Chantilly Dusting Powder

Clive Christian C for Women

Comme des Garcons Daphne

Comme des Garcons LUXE Champaca

Comme des Garcons Series 7 Sweet Nomad Tea

Costes by Costes

Coty Ambre Antique

Coty Chypre

Coty Paris

Creature by Kerosene

Creed Acqua Fiorentina

Creed Fleurs de Bulgarie

Creed Virgin Island Water

DSH Perfumes Bancha Extreme

DSH Perfumes Quinacridone Violet 

DSH Perfumes Vert pour Madame


Devilscent Project

Dior Diorissimo (vintage)

Donna Karan Black Cashmere

EnVoyage Vents Ardents

EnVoyage Zelda

Estee Lauder Private Collection

Estee Lauder Private Collection Jasmine White Moss

Etat Libre d'Orange Rien, Rossy de Palma & Noel au Balcon

Faberge Woodhue Cologne

Favorite Fall Fragrances

Fendi Uomo

Fragrances for Sweden

Frapin 1697 Absolu Parfum

Frederic Malle Angeliques Sous La Pluie

Frederic Malle Bigarade Concentrée

Frederic Malle Carnal Flower

Frederic Malle Geranium Pour Monsieur

Frederic Malle Iris Poudre

Frederic Malle Le Parfum de Therese

Frederic Malle Lipstick Rose

Frederic Malle Noir Epices

Frederic Malle Portrait of a Lady

Frederic Malle Une Fleur de Cassie

Frederic Malle Une Rose

Geoffrey Beene Grey Flannel

Ghosts of Perfumes Past, Present & Future

Gone Fishin'

Gucci Eau de Parfum

Gucci L'Arte di Gucci

Gucci Pour Homme

Guerlain Aqua Allegoria Lys Soleia

Guerlain Aroma Allegoria Exaltant

Guerlain Attrape Coeur

Guerlain Chamade

Guerlain Jicky

Guerlain Mayotte

Guerlain Parure

Guerlain Samsara Parfum

Guerlain Un Air de Samsara

Guerlain Vega

Guerlain Vetiver (vintage)

Guy Laroche J'ai Ose (vintage)

Happy Solstice

Hermes 24, Faubourg

Hermes Caleche (vintage)

Hermes Eau des Merveilles

Hermes Hiris

Hermes Iris Ukiyoe

Hermes L'Ambre des Merveilles

Histoires de Parfums 1740

Histoires de Parfums 1828

Histoires de Parfums Blanc Violette

Histoires de Parfums Vert Pivoine

Hometown Portrait, State College, PA

Honore des Pres Vamp a NY

House of Matriarch Carmine

How I Store Decants

Il Profumo Cannabis

In Memory (w/mention of Lanvin Arpege)

Jacomo #02

Jacomo #09 (Link to my review in Sniffapalooza Magazine)

Jean Desprez Bal a Versailles

Jean Patou Joy

Jean Patou 1000

Jo Malone Sweet Milk Cologne 

Juliet by Juliet Stewart

Kai Eau de Parfum

Kenzo Jungle l’Elephant

Kenzo Summer

Lancome Magie Noire (vintage) 

Lanvin Via Lanvin (vintage) 

L'Artisan Parfumeur Nuit de Tubereuse

L'Artisan Parfumeur Orchidee Blanche 

L’Artisan Parfumeur Passage d’Enfer

L'Artisan Parfumeur Seville a l'Aube

L’Artisan Parfumeur Tea for Two

La Via del Profumo Balsamo Della Mecca

La Via del Profumo Hindu Kush

La Via del Profumo Milano Caffe

La Via del Profumo Oud Caravan Project

La Via del Profumo Sharif

La Via del Profumo Tawaf

Le Labo Gaiac 10

Le Labo Patchouli 24

Le Labo Poivre 23

Little Lists

Lorenzo Villoresi Yerbamate

M. Micallef Vanille Orient

Maison Francis Kurkdjian Absolue Pour le Soir

Maison Martin Margiela (untitled) eau de parfum

Maitre Parfumeur et Gantier Eau des Iles

Message In A Bottle 

Michael Storer Winter Star

Miller Harris L'Air de Rien


Missoni (original) by Missoni

Molinard Habanita

Mona Di Orio Nuit Noire

Mona Di Orio Oud

Mona Di Orio Vanille

Montale Black Aoud

Montale Boise Vanille

Montale Intense Tiare

Montale Patchouli Leaves

Montale Red Aoud

More Roses (rose cookie recipe)

My Heart Has Skipped a Beat (summer smells)

My Perfumes Have Theme Songs

Nasomatto China White

Neila Vermeire Creations Bombay Bling

Nina Ricci L'Air du Temps

Nez a Nez Ambre a Sade

Northern Exposure "A Dash of Chanel No. 5"

Odin 04 Petrana (Link to my review in Sniffapalooza Magazine)

Olivier Durbano Black Tourmaline

Omar Sharif Pour Femme

Oriscent Pure Oud Oils

Ormonde Jayne Frangipani

Ormonde Jayne Ormonde Woman

Oscar de la Renta Oscar for Men

O Tannenbaum Joint Blog Project

Parfum d'Empire Azemour

Parfum d'Empire Cuir Ottoman

Parfum d'Empire Equistrius

Parfum d'Empire 3 Fleurs

Parfumerie Generale Bois de Copaiba

Parfumerie Generale Indochine

Parfumerie Generale Un Crime Exotique

Parfums de Nicolai Sacrebleu

Parfums DelRae Amoureuse

Parfums Karl Lagerfeld Sun Moon Stars

Parfums MDCI Chypre Palatin

Paris, je t'aime

Pascal Morabito Or Black 

Perfume Quotes - The English Patient

Prada Infusion d'Iris Absolue

Pretty Perfume Bottles 

Prince Matchabelli Aviance Cologne (vintage) 

Profumum Roma Acqua Viva

Profumum Roma D'Ambrosia

Puredistance I

Puredistance Antonia

Puredistance BLACK

Puredistance M

Puredistance Opardu

Ramon Monegal Cherry Musk

Recipe for Socca

Regina Harris Amber Vanilla Perfume Oil

Regina Harris Frankincense-Myrrh-Rose Maroc Perfume Oil

Robert Piguet Fracas

Robert Piguet Visa

Rochas Mystere 

Rome Vacation Photos

Sarah Horowitz Parfums' Joy Comes From Within & Beauty Comes From Within

Scented Reading

Scents of the Mediterranean

Scentuous Reading: One Hundred Years of Solitude

Serge Lutens Arabie

Serge Lutens Borneo 1834

Serge Lutens Boxeuses

Serge Lutens Chêne

Serge Lutens Chergui

Serge Lutens Fille en Aiguilles

Serge Lutens Five O’Clock Au Gingembre

Serge Lutens Fumerie Turque

Serge Lutens Miel de Bois

Serge Lutens Muscs Koublai Khan

Serge Lutens Tubereuse Criminelle

Serge Lutens Un Lys

Serge Lutens Vetiver Oriental

Slumberhouse Rume

Snow Days

Sonoma Scent Studio Incense Pure

Sonoma Scent Studio Jour Ensoleille

Sonoma Scent Studio Voile de Violette

Sonoma Scent Studio Winter Woods (brief mention)

SoOud Ouris Parfum Nectar

S-Perfume 100% Love {More}

Stone Harbor, NJ Vacaton pix (non-perfume related)

Strange Invisible Perfumes Lyric Rain

Sweden Is For Lovers

T is for Taxes

Tauer Perfumes: Incense Extrême, Incense Rosé, Lonestar Memories, & Reverie au Jardin

Tauer Perfumes Vetiver Dance

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay

The Diary of a Nose, Book Review

The Different Company Jasmin de Nuit

The Intimacy of Scent

Thoughts of a Perfume Collector


Tokyo Milk Ex Libris

Unlocking an Unknown: Webber Parfum 6T

Velvet & Sweet Pea's Purrfumery Bed of Roses

Venimus Vidimus Vicimus, or How 3 Perfume Bloggers and a Husband Took Rome

Vero Profumo Kiki, Onda, and Rubj

Vero Profumo Mito

Viktoria Minya Hedonist

Viktor & Rolfe Flowerbomb

What I’m Lovin’ Now

Xerjoff Mamluk

YOSH Perfumes Ginger Ciao

Yves Saint Laurent Nu

Links to Other Blogs I Enjoy 

All I Am - A Redhead

A Perfume Blog (Blacknall Allen)

Another Perfume Blog (Natalie)

Ars Aromatica

Australian Perfume Junkies

Beauty on the Outside

Bloody Frida

Bois de Jasmin

Bonkers About Perfume

Ca Fleure Bon

ChickenFreak's Obsessions


Eyeliner on a Cat

Fragrance Bouquet

From Top to Bottom - Perfume Patter

Giovanni Sammarco (artisanal perfumer) blog

Grain de Musc

I Smell Therefore I Am


Katie Puckrik Smells

Memory of Scent

Muse in Wooden Shoes 

Nathan Branch

Natural Perfumery by Salaam

Notes on Shoes, Cake & Perfume

Notes From Josephine

Notes From the Ledge

Now Smell This

Oh, True Apothecary! 


Olfactoria's Travels 

Parfumistans blogg


Perfume Posse

Perfume Shrine

Perfume-Smellin' Things

Purple Paper Planes

Redolent of Spices

Riktig Parfym: Ramblings of a Fragrant Fanatic

Scented Salamander

Scents of Place

Scents of Self

Smelly Blog

Sorcery of Scent 

Sweet Diva

The Alembicated Genie 

The Candy Perfume Boy 

The Fragrant Man

The French Exit 

The Non-Blonde

The Scented Hound 

The Vintage Perfume Vault 

This Blog Really Stinks 

Undina's Looking Glass 

WAFT by Carol 

Yesterday's Perfume

La Via del Profumo Milano Caffè: Coffee with European Élan

I love living in the United States—I’m proud to be a native citizen and grateful for the freedoms, opportunities and luxuries this country affords me. That said, I think of the United States as a place where one experiences largesse—a generosity of spirit and a sense of grandness across many spheres—more so than culture and elegance. Certainly, the US has its fashionable enclaves, but when I think of having a truly elegant experience, I think of Europe. Not only the obvious venues where one expects elegance, but the common everyday places. I think of a train ride I took from the Zurich, Switzerland, airport to the little resort town of Engelberg, twenty-some years ago: how clean, quiet and charming the ride was, and how a woman pushing a cart of gourmet sandwiches and pastries up the center aisle of the train made it a wonderful dining opportunity too.

I think about Europe’s café culture, and I think about my trip to Rome last September and seeing the way coffee is taken there, which is markedly different from the way we take it here. There are lots of coffee houses in the U.S. these days, enough to make us think we are on par with the Italians, speaking the same coffee language of the country that gave us our espressos, cappuccinos, macchiatos and lattes, though that’s not quite accurate. For one thing, no one in Italy orders an espresso—what we consider espresso is a regular “caffè” to them—nor a latte, which is the Italian word for milk. And whereas Starbucks and other cafés in the U.S. routinely sell their coffee drinks in “grande” sizes and larger, in Italy the drinks are always the same size: fashionably short and served in a proper cup. But these differences are trivial compared to what I’ll call the “cultural difference,” which has to do with the fact that many Italians don't drink their coffee sitting down. They order it at the bar—at a bar that looks like a bar (the kind we associate with alcohol)—where they stand and drink it. Of course, there are also tables where you will find Italians drinking their coffees, particularly if they are eating, but by and large, when the locals file into the café to enjoy their caffès and cappuccinos from delicate cups and saucers, they do so at the bar. Perhaps they do this to save money (because service at the table is a couple euros more), but from what I’ve observed, the social fabric of Italian life is woven into the way the locals have coffee al banco. When Americans order coffee drinks, they are primarily concerned with their beverage order—with consuming the coffee itself and having it made to their expectations (with skim, whole or soy milk, etc., etc.)—while the Italians file into their neighborhood café with the expectation of an interaction: a social interaction. There is a distinct exchange of greetings—a “ciao” and the European style of kissing cheeks, one side and then the other, first with the person who takes their order (the beautiful girl at the cash register, in the case of the café I frequented in Rome), often times with the barista and one or more of the waiters flitting by, and sometimes with the other patrons too. Newspapers are read at the bar, conversations flow, and considering the passionate way that the Italians speak with their hands, having coffee is an event that wakes one up in a manner that goes beyond the stimulation of caffeine.

I’ve been thinking about this lately while wearing Milano Caffè, a fragrance from indie perfumer Abdes Salaam (aka Dominique Dubrana) of La Via del Profumo. His coffee-inspired scent is distinctly different from coffee perfumes I’ve worn in the past, because it is indeed perfumey. There is a true and unmistakable coffee note in Milano Caffè—it is this perfume’s starting point—but where it leads goes beyond the cup. In the same way that taking coffee in Italy is an outward-looking, communal activity—an exercise in greeting the world and the people around you—wearing Milano Caffè is an exercise in expressing beauty: it is a scent that mirrors the aesthetic of a city and thus encompasses more than that city’s famous beverage. Perfumistas expecting a gourmand comfort fragrance that delivers up the rich smell of coffee and its various accoutrements (cream, sugar and the like) won’t find it here. While Milano Caffè does possess a chocolate note that accompanies the coffee scent, and a pianissimo vanillic sweetness as it dries down, it doesn’t follow in the path of perfumes like Bond No. 9 New Haarlem or Ava Luxe Café Noir. If there’s a perfume it can be likened to (only as a point of reference, for Milano Caffè is quite unique), I’d reference Serge Lutens Borneo 1834 and then quickly point out that Milano Caffè is more woody, green and silky than the former. I don’t know whether there is patchouli in Milano Caffè (from what I’ve read about the development of this perfume, there probably isn’t) but it smells patchouli-like with its coffee, cocoa and raisiny-darkness in the early stages of wear. That’s where the resemblance to Borneo 1834 begins and ends, because Milano Caffè is far more mutable and soon reveals a green floralcy that reminds me of vetiver (in my sniffing experience, vetiver often starts off smelling green, spicy and woody and then segues into a floral sweetness … sweet in the way that fresh ginger is sweet). In a nutshell, Milano Caffè is an all-natural perfume that smells of swarthy treats, gradually lightened up and made fluid by way of a gingery, green-woody/green-floral zing.

The perfumer’s list of notes for Milano Caffè includes coffee, cappuccino, chocolate, iris, woody notes, spicy notes, opoponax, tonka bean and amber. It’s described by him as a “masculine” scent, which my husband (who briefly sampled it) feels is accurate, though I beg to differ. Milano Caffè is rich and bold initially, but its overall development has such a graceful arc, I view it as possessing an elegance that lays no claim to gender. Its bouquet of olfactory niceties—a main accord that, to my nose, comingles the aromas of coffee, cocoa, pipe tobacco and raisins laced with spices of ginger, mace and cinnamon—is intersected by another accord that smells of cedarwood, green vines, a floral air of delicate jasmine, and a vanilla so subdued, it resembles the amount of vanilla contained in a sea-foam meringue. I can’t imagine any woman saying no to it, or thinking that Milano Caffè should belong to anyone but her. Not because it’s feminine (or masculine), but simply because she covets the kind of day this perfume spells out: a day spent at an outdoor café in one of the most cosmopolitan cities in Europe. Unnamed, it could represent the scent of a street in Paris or Rome or any number of fashionable cities, but the perfumer employed a specific olfactory pairing to make it reflective of Milan.

“I have blended coffee with chocolate because that is the Milanese way: the residents of that marvelous city add Cacao powder to cappuccinos, and place a single square piece of chocolate next to your cup of coffee,” he says of Milano Caffè on his website.

Given that Milan is also a city known for its designer fashions, it seems fitting that Milano Caffè’s composition drifts away from the café and, without abandoning its main accord, incorporates a sense of uplift that reminds me of both of the outdoors (of vines and flowers climbing up the trellised side of a building) and of silk fabric (because of the delicate floralcy and the foamy amount of vanilla that lend shimmer and meringue-like softness to the perfume). The fluttery movement within this coffee perfume is an unexpected delight. It’s like looking up from my coffee and seeing a city street come to life, with its movers and shakers in their fine attire, its passionate citizenry stirring the morning air with their kisses and salutations.

Though I am one of those Americans who drink coffee from an awfully large mug, because I’m into perfume, I’m always striving towards elegance (as I imagine most perfumistas are.) Wearing Milano Caffè is my reminder that true elegance encompasses more than fashion: it’s about having social graces, it’s an expression of courtesy, and while it pivots around the idea of availing oneself of niceties, it eschews gluttonous indulgence. Elegance involves sharing the wealth, and it begins the moment you look up to acknowledge the good things that have landed in your cup.


Milano Caffè eau de parfum is available from La Via del Profumo and currently priced (in euros) at € 32.73 for a 15.5 ml bottle; € 70.82 for a 33 ml bottle; and € 97.20 for a 50-ml bottle. My review is based on a sample provided to me by the perfumer.

Credits: photo of woman in a Milano cafe is by photographer Ferdinando Scianna of Magnum Photos.
Photo of Milano Caffe perfume bottle is from the perfumer's website.

Posted by
Suzanne Keller, 4/8/2014.

Painting a Picture of My Town with Photos and Olfactory Strokes

Winter is dying, finally. Though it can’t go fast enough for me, I’ve been grateful that, at least where I live in central Pennsylvania, we haven’t had a terrible amount of snow. February was fairly snowy, yet we managed to miss a number of storms that were supposed to hit us and mainly only had to deal with the arctic chill of the “polar vortex.” I can deal with frostbite weather if the skies are blue, and since the best cure for anything that ails me is usually one of “getting out,” that’s what I’ve been doing. A couple of weeks ago, I decided that now would be as good a time as any to embark on a project I’ve always wanted to do—to create a portrait of the area I live in, both in photographic and olfactory terms—and though I'm not far along in it, I'm far enough to realize that one doesn’t always have to wander the world to get a fresh perspective on life. Winter might seem drab, but when I decided to walk the neighborhoods and snap photos of my favorite houses, I realized just how colorful, textured and diverse my proverbial “back yard” really is. I live just outside of State College, Pennsylvania, so named because there is a state university here, and while I live in a tiny development on the rural outskirts of town, it only takes fifteen minutes to drive into any of the town’s pretty neighborhoods.

Quaint and cozy, yet with a sense of decorum and formality, the Boalsburg neighborhood, pictured above, is a great place to head if one is in the mood to stroll and browse its little shops, most of them housed in colonial, federal and Victorian-style homes. It’s a place that smells like arborvitae (thuja) to me because there are so many well-maintained hedges, as well as coffee, because my favorite coffee shop (the Pump Station, a café converted from a former gas station) is there. I can look out its front windows and be bathed in winter sunlight while remembering the times I accompanied my father to church, when I was in my late 20s and early 30s, as that brick church and the cemetery where supposedly the Memorial Day holiday originated is just across the way. My perfume scent-of-the-day when snapping these photos was Honoré des Prés Vamp a NY, which is a tuberose scent married to spice in such a way that the usually diva-like flower smells like candy and spice—and (in seeming contradiction to the hip name of the perfume) an old-fashioned form of candy: Necco wafers; particularly the lavender-colored ones that smell and taste of cloves. For those unfamiliar with them, Necco wafers are thin starchy discs, starchy in the way of candy cigarettes or certain bubble gums, that come in a range of muted colors and are, in simple terms, the taste version of an olfactionary, with each disc representing a pure flavor (lemon, lime, chocolate, black licorice, and so on). The houses in Boalsburg remind me of Necco wafers, with their colorful yet still classic, features … their nostalgic charms. The pairing of Vamp a NY with a walking tour of Boalsburg seemed just right.

In contrast to Boalsburg, in the borough of State College the architectural style is wide-ranging, even with houses keeping company on the same street, yet despite the lack of uniformity, it somehow works. Most likely because, in the best neighborhoods, the houses have generous lawns and, what they don’t share in terms of a common style, they make up for in their commitment to having a sense of style, period. These aren’t the cookie-cutter houses of modern developments, where entire neighborhoods are composed of homes put up by the same builder. The homes in the borough seem to be interested in conveying their owners unique aesthetic—or rather, the aesthetic of the people who originally built them, as many of these are old, yet scrupulously maintained edifices: the kinds of homes “they just don’t make anymore.” While many are stone houses of colonial or federal design, modern (minimalist) architecture is also well represented—and tucked into the wooded hillside of this same neighborhood there are even some A-frames (my favorite being one with a bold exterior painted in lavender and white—colors that accentuate its angularity and seem the perfect complement for a Swiss alps-style of architecture because they remind me of the smell of lavender and the feel of snow, both of which convey an air of briskness and movement). Certainly there are also blocks of the town where a uniform architectural style reigns, and on one of them is a small series of homes that look they were built by the same person, but again, not in a cookie-cutter sameness. Each house is different yet they share an oriental aesthetic and look like something out of a Japanese garden, with their corresponding stands of bamboo providing an elegant screen of privacy along the sides of each one.

When I’m walking in the heart of State College—its borough—I feel like the neighborhoods accurately reflect the diversity of thought, and of people, that one expects of a university town. In truth, the undergraduate population of our university resembles a homogenized group of white-bread, small-town kids from across Pennsylvania, but there is also a thriving, multi-national graduate-school population here that has made the area I live in richer (especially culinary-wise). That’s what I’m reminded of when I wander these streets that possess both a familiar and solid, home-town feel and an air of the grand and expansive. Appropriately, the perfume I was wearing when I captured this second group of photos was Milano Caffé by La Via del Profumo (which I have slated for my next review—it’s so good!). Cafés, coffee houses … whatever name they are called by, they are my favorite places to hang out, and they too are places that are both homey and artistic, cozy yet outward-looking (the best ones are haunted by worldly, idea-happy people). Milano Caffé represents that idea well—it’s a coffee perfume that is more fluid and elegant than the gourmand coffee scents I usually wear. More about that later, but for now I’ll say that it’s a sleek coffee perfume, well-suited to a stroll through the neighborhoods of State College that I think of as being both historic and fashionable in a classic way.

Pump Station cafe; photo credit Naomi Elle Schwartz

As to how this part of town, itself, is represented in terms of an actual scent for me, I can only say that it smells wonderfully clean and ozonic … like pine trees and cool, quick-moving air. Whenever I’ve been away from home and spent time in the city (usually New York City), I come home marveling at how refreshingly clean everything smells here, no doubt due to the fact that State College is surrounded mostly by mountain ridges and farmland.

At some point in the near future, I’ll present my photo-and-olfactory impressions of the collegiate and downtown areas of State College, but as I’m not sure this type of post has much interest for readers (it’s more or less a project that is helping me remember how beautiful my everyday world is, at a time of year when it’s easy to forget), I’ll interject them in between posts that hopefully are more perfume-specific.

Photo collages of houses in Boalsburg and the borough of State College are my own; photo of The Pump Station cafe in Boalsburg was stolen from WPSU.edu.com and snapped by Naomi Elle Schwartz, whose profile of the cafe (and other terrific photos of it) can be viewed at this link.

Posted by
Suzanne Keller, 3/19/2014.

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