I wear mostly BPAL these days. Peony Moon or Luperci or Dance of Death most of the time, with occasional spottings of Osun or 13.

I should get a full 5ml of Eve, as it smells almost exactly like the perfume I used to blend for myself in college, when I was still light bright florals, before I went Expensive Headshop.

High school was White Shoulders. College started with the aforementioned self-blend, then wound up with Christian Dior's Dune. I went through a Dulce Vita period, dabbled in Goutal's Eau du Ciel, then a few years of L'Heure Bleue, then Lush Karma, then onto BPAL.

Sometimes, I use a blend of vanilla EO and neroli EO, when I remember it's there. And there's a single note Linden that's a lot like Eau du Ciel that I adore.

I have some random chocolate scents for when I'm in that mood.

Really, I'm a scent hound. But I don't wear much of it at all when I wear it. (I used to apply it by spraying a small amount on a damp cotton ball and then gently pressing that against my pulse points.)

Right now I mostly wear Lush's Karma perfume, though I have a few others I occasionally use.

My first "real" boyfriend wore British Sterling... man, I loved that cologne.

I eat that chicken bowl thing, sometimes. I know I shouldn't, but I do like it. Although, nsm for presentation reasons; it doesn't look very nice.

Shalimar. Always has been, probably always will be.

I eat that chicken bowl thing, sometimes. I know I shouldn't, but I do like it. Although, nsm for presentation reasons; it doesn't look very nice.

Never had one, but I'd be willing to try.

French toast with an egg and a sausage patty--all smothered in syrup. Yum. Athough I think it would make Sean cry.

Oh, and high school it was white shoulders, CK one in college and now I do Romance.

Anything covered with syrup gets its own plate--no encroaching on my eggs or sausage! Even biscuits only get honey or jam, no syrup.

My favorite breakfast is the family recipe for Swedish Pancakes, with either strawberry jam or syrup. Lingonberry jam is more traditional, but before IKEA opened up in the area, it was impossible to find.

I went to an all girl's school. We smelt of nothing more than privation.

I did end up wearing Drakkar in my summer after graduation. But I have few scents with names I associate with guys.

I'm not big on sweets, which is why I tend to eschew the whole drown it/stud it with chocolate shool.

I am of the school of "just because it's chocolate doesn't mean it has to be sweet." I'm dialing down the sugar in my chocolate cupcakes as much as possible, to the point where the banana I brought for lunch was sickeningly sweet in comparison.

Or it could have been a mutant.

Why did I wake up from my lunchtime nap into a migraine? What am I to do now?

High school: some tea rose one. College: Passion Now: Organza or Sunflowers.