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How Scent Returned My Life to Me
The raw stuff of life is only changed by the meanings we give it. Memory can be dissolved by scent, but also redeemed.
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In Elizabeth Taylor’s White Diamonds, I Find the Women of My Family
For many people, they smell White Diamonds and, instantly, they melt. They remember their mother’s indulgent laugh; the arms that held them.
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In Discovering Perfume, I Discovered Who I Am
Before I transitioned, perfume was the only thing I felt safe to experiment with. It worked in the realm of the invisible, the as-yet-unsayable.
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The Smell of Notre Dame Burning
This smell of Notre Dame burning was the smell of books older than all our lives—on fire.