The aroma of your skin Reeked of pheromone and no forethought My mindless indulgence In the opposite sex Was both habit and hunger So I loved when those veined hands held me under Harder than I could handle I subsided in the sea of your sweat Stinking of hot And basking in humid It was under your drip that smelt Of chlorine & fresh linen Not a masculine musk, But a boy beginning I happened on you holy Your fortress …
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Aroma Victoriana: Flowers, Explosives, and the Mysterious Secrecy of Perfumery
Often we associate the Victorian Era with a degree of primness that falls helplessly into parody–nowhere better illustrated than in Oscar Wilde‘s The Importance of Being Earnest (1895)–but as with all eras, the Victorian offers a dark underbelly as well as a laced-up exterior. I shan’t elaborate on the entirety of this dichotomy, but content myself with the extremities of Victorian perfumery, from the nosegay to the nether regions of the civet, and from the ancient coaxing of flowers by …
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