Driver's Ed FOMO (ROUND 1)
SCENT OF THE DAY: Gujarat, by Olympic Orchids
roasted brown Indian spices plus lime sour pickle spice market plus synthetic white musk. Think of it like a more leathery-lime-booze-oud spin on Aziyade. It is like if you combined the olibanum-jasmine leather of Anubis with Aziyade cardamom-olibanum curry—1 part Anubis, 3 parts Aziyade (plus 1 part Areej synthetic musk wildness). This might even beat the better-blended Aziyade—it is a bit more sprawling and wild and more currylike and artisinal in feel but I like that. Amazing quite frankly. It leaning into synthetics but with none of the annoying amberwoods of something like Azman’s Risk, which I wore the other night. This has the spice intensity of a Shamama attar—the sort that Russian Adam intended to pay homage to in his Ambre de Coco. The white-musk cola vibe is very present on my third wear. Spice quotient has gone way down. Another one like Epic Man that shows how pleasant white musk can be. It is nothing like real musk but it has big pros not limited to nostalgia
Driver’s Ed FOMO
In the rare case—extremely rare, with childhood now bleeding into the thirties—where
the ninth-grader has enough Marian agency to consent to abort, why fret—boho mom
on board—about her shifting, grinding, the retired stick next door any chance she gets?
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)
