
I had one of the most astoundingly marvelous sensory experiences of my life this weekend. After planning it for weeks, I finally got around to visiting Christopher Brosius' perfume shop, CB I Hate Perfume, in Williamsburg. I had been warned that his creations were extremely impressive and unique, but nothing could have prepared me for the sheer delight of being able to wander around, sniffing hundreds of vials of single notes such as "leather jacket," "English novel," "Ethiopian myrrh," "chocolate marshmallow," "dust," "first snow," or "roast beef," to name just a few. Furthermore, Brosius deftly combines these notes into some of the most ingenious and even, I would say, moving perfumes on the earth. "Greenbriar 1968" combines memory scents from his childhood:
"This scent is a memory of my Grandfather, the sawmill that he owned, and the stone house where he lived. It is blended with Sawdust, Fresh Cut Hay, Worn Leather Work Gloves, Pipe Tobacco, and a healthy amount of Dirt. There is also a faint whiff of cotton overalls covered in Axel Grease..."
And yes, in case you're wondering, it smells divine. Other favorites of mine which I will soon be acquiring are "Fire from Heaven," a blend of incense and ancient sacred oils, and "In the Library" which smells like the sweet paper of old books. But the perfume that came home with me that day was "Burning Leaves," a smoky, darkly syrupy scent which smells exactly like what it's named. Brosius also does do custom scents, though the price is understandably significantly higher for this service. After all, it is only through a Willy Wonka-like wizardry that he can bottle the scent of your first love, your dream of hothouse flowers in winter, or your nostalgia for your favorite aunt's tomato soup. Do stop by the shop, or order your own perfumes here.
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