I Hate Perfume too. Unless it’s Marquis de Sade’s. But still, people who reek of banal cologne and noxious flowery fumes need to be cited for air pollution. By contrast, Christopher Brosius’s creatively tolerable, alternative scents bring you bottled Burning Leaves and In the Library (think fancy book binding, not sleeping homeless people).

Nifty, but is Brosius a little narcissistic to think we would all relate to his Memory of Kindness as “the shining green scent of tomato vines growing in the fresh earth of a country garden,” and not… say… the scent of bar stool leather, vomit dribble, face-to-concrete-smashy blood and a friend’s kindly lent cab fare?