It's true, I am. Completely and utterly I find myself giving over to this new obsession. This sensory addiction. This ethereal, effervescent loveliness that has found a new way into my heart.

I am speaking of course, of perfume oils.
Black Pheonix Alchemy Lab perfume oils to be exacting. It was love at first sniff, I daresay.
And I find that I am most attracted to the limited edition scents. Those passing fancies that are here and then gone, like smoke swirling through the fingers of your closed hand.
It's thrilling, knowing that a cloud of my scent could find some strangers nose and make them fall in love with it. And never would they find that smell in any shop.
I guess I just have a soft spot for the uncommon, the rare.


I know, I know... why should a perfume make you so addicted? Well my dears, you've yet to try a BPAL fragrance I imagine.

You should...
that I may find some company in this perfumery fetish.

I don't know why, but there is a deep sensuality I associate with how a woman chooses to scent herself. It's like getting to taste inside her soul.