#trimer

[johniac]

SciTech Chronicles. . . . . . . . .Feb 27, 2025

[growthofcarsharingmarket]

The global trimer acid market is expected to grow at a CAGR of 7.8% during 2023-2028. Trimer acid is a type of fatty acid widely used in various applications, such as coatings, adhesives, lubricants, and plastics.

[lucy-literates]

Hello 👋🏻

I was wondering if you could something where the reader is dating Arthur or Charles, and readers in the kitchen baking and she has her headphones, so she doesn't know that they've came home from training and she singing Dernière danse, and they've never heard her speak and sing in French before because their relationships still kinda new and they just stand their in aw admiring her as she bakes.

A/N: Oh this is beautiful, thank you for this. I hope you enjoy! My requests are open. I have also started a tag list in case anyone wants to be tagged in anything you like fics :) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-BLpv0xQYd1bTlaP7l1gAg8AgCyLE_yvrtljpCzlJhY/edit?usp=drivesdk

Sucre et Silence

The apartment smells like sugar and vanilla.

Flour floats lazily in the air, dusting the countertops like fresh snow. You’re in your own little world — barefoot, hair tied messily up, apron speckled with batter, dancing quietly to the rhythm in your head. You sway a little as you stir, hips moving with the beat pulsing in your headphones.

You don’t hear the door open. You don’t hear the footsteps, or the gym bag thunk gently to the floor. All you know is that you’re in the middle of your favourite French song — Dernière danse — and you’re singing along without a second thought, soft but sure, slipping into the language as easily as breath.

“Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit…”

Charles freezes in the doorway.

He was expecting to come home to silence — maybe a “hey babe,” maybe a stolen kiss before a shower. What he wasn’t expecting was the soft, honeyed sound of your voice, wrapped around the words of a song he’s known since he was young.

His heart stutters.

You’ve never spoken French around him before. Not that he minds — your English is beautiful. But this… this is something else. The way your voice curls around the syllables, natural and effortless, like the language belongs to you. He leans against the doorframe quietly, not wanting to interrupt, not wanting to break the spell.

You're still singing, utterly unaware of the fact that your boyfriend is standing there, watching you like you're the sun itself. You’re mouthing the words with closed eyes, lost in the rhythm as you flick batter into cupcake molds.

“J’ai beau trimer, sans toi ma vie n’est qu’un décor qui brille, vide de sens…”

His breath catches.

He’s seen you laugh, seen you angry, sleepy, smug, flirty, shy. But this — this glimpse of you, so unguarded and unfiltered — it tugs something deep in his chest. There’s this ache, this sudden overwhelming need to know every version of you that exists.

When the song fades, you pull your headphones down around your neck with a sigh, tapping the spoon against the bowl like a tiny drumbeat.

Only then do you notice him.

You jump, startled. “Oh my god! Charles—!”

He laughs, hands up. “Sorry! Sorry. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“How long have you been standing there?” you ask, cheeks flushing.

“Long enough to fall in love all over again,” he says softly.

You blink at him, heart skipping. “…You heard that?”

He walks over, eyes warm, brushing a streak of flour off your cheek. “Tu parles français? Since when?”

You bite your lip, a little shy now. “Since forever. My mum’s from Lyon.”

He grins, eyes sparkling. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”

You smile sheepishly. “We’ve only been together a few months. I dunno, it just never came up.”

Charles leans in, arms slipping around your waist. “You were beautiful.”

You glance down bashfully. “I was literally covered in flour.”

“Still beautiful,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Chérie, tu m’as volé le cœur.”

You laugh, heart light. “That’s not fair. You can’t go full French on me now.”

“Oh, but I plan to,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing against your ear. “Starting now.”

You squeal as he dips his head to kiss you, flour and sugar forgotten, French lyrics still dancing between you like a secret only you two share

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@livelaughleclerc

[letterful]

airing out your inbox, so to speak, by sending a scents related question. any recommendations for powdery perfumes? i've been looking for something that smells soft and clean but don't know where to start and would appreciate a couple suggestions, thanks

kisses! diptyque's fleur de peau and l'eau papier would be the most obvious (and safest) choices here, but - alas - they're quite pricey and not offered in a travel size (although they are available on scent split, if decants are something you'd be interested in). white rice and kimono by d'annam (which also happens to be one of my favourite brands) are other good options in this vein; so is jo malone's cardamom and mimosa (although this one is more spicy than straight-up powdery; as you can see, i am rather fond of yellow flowers in perfumery). 1979 new wave (les bains guerbois) is also somewhat powdery (incidentally, the dry-down on this one reminds me of byredo's g-water). moreover: lost alice by masque milano (it's powdery and lactonic, so it definitely fits the "soft and clean" criteria). jorum studio's trimerous would be my personal favourite, but i wouldn't call this one a safe blind buy (but then again: there's no such thing as a safe blind buy, period), so! do try to sample it first. still - it smells just like how velvet feels. finally, zara's boldly seoul is my budget pick (jo malone's the nose behind it!).

[incensemaniac]

any fruitchouli recommendations?

i have a couple!!! it’s not a sort of profile i’m super familiar with but there are a few in my collection and on my radar that i think may work - i hope you like them 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

there are two that i own so i can totally vouch for and one that i haven’t smelled (so take them with a pinch of salt) but it kind of has the criteria so it may well work 😙

- 1969 parfum de revolte- histoires de parfums

very fruit heavy (i mostly get a sugared peach) darkened by the patchouli and spices. very evocative of the era it’s going for and frankly .. very beautiful! i only have a travel size but it’s a favourite for summer. pretty feminine .. makes me feel very confident when i wear it

- daisies - moth and rabbit

these two are kind of sisters to me … i think maybe there’s a tad more complexity to this one (and a little less spice perhaps?) but the peach-chocolate-patchouli thing it’s got going on makes it quite similar - they’re both fantastic. i like this one a lot because the whole brand is inspired by film and this one is based on the 1966 film of the same name! very interesting brand if you haven’t heard of them before i highly recommend!!! (and i got this 1 for free so it smells extra good LMAO)

(others from moth and rabbit that i own and enjoy are dreamers which is my fave powdery iris after trimerous and parasite which is very grassy and metallic)

this next one i haven’t tried and it.. now that i’m thinking about it probably definitely doesn’t fit into the fruitchouli category but it has fruit and patchouli in it so to me it counts and it sounds weird and interesting so i thought i might as well mention it anyways :*

- psychoterratica ii / paradisi by jorum studio

how could i not include the goat jorum studio .. ?! this is going to be dark and soily and weird but i think that the darkness of that dirt and the patchouli with the bright tangy rhubarb could do something so perfect … if you’re willing to branch out maybe this could be a shout!!! not a traditional rec by any means but i really believe in them as a brand so i’m confident 2 recommend this even though i haven’t had the chance to give it a go yet

i had another option (limonsitano by strangers parfumerie a house that i adore) but i decided to take it outta here cause it’s definitely more of a green-citrus so it just wasn’t making sense lol (but if you want a green citrus that one sounds incredible)

if you take anything away from this i think that the first two are the ones that will give you what you’re looking for (with a lil twist maybe!) and the other one is me being self indulgent and trying to find an excuse to recommend my favourite brand lmao :’) ty for your ask btw i really love trying 2 find things that hopefully will help you find what you’re looking for!! i’m not super well versed in all areas of fragrance but i do try my best .. hehe !

(edit sorry i just realised that i think loewe paula’s ibiza (the original one) is also a good pick if you want something a bit more tropical. it’s heeeavy on the patchouli, it has that sorta pepperiness from it, but combined with the coconut and mandarin it’s a different one but still sort of fits the vibe. really good price point too. ⭐️; jo malone pomegranate noir is also heavy on the patchouli and it sticks to ur skin like crazy. kind of smells like how a pomegranate seed tastes )

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Hello everyone! I'm getting a start early, by queueing this post for tomorrow morning, look at me go. Thank you who much to @tailsbeth-writes for the tag <3 I have ... 3 wips again, because I have no self control, so we're doing all of this under the cut, because it's gonna be long, and maybe a lil nsfw <3 LET'S GOOOOOOOO.

------ George Villier's inner dialogue during an Orgy (that's the working title on this, please bare with)

It wasn’t that George had always been this way, but an ascension into power had nurtured his hedonism prone nature. If he was to be blessed with the gift of beauty, he would take all the power and pleasure that came with it. He’d earned it after all, his bed of lovers, his social standing, influence, and wealth. Each a result of unsavory acts; but that made them so much more deserved, did it not? He could have anything he wanted, like a god among men, and so he should be worshipped the same. Though he was more than content with devotion in the form of flesh; he’d certainly used his own body as currency often enough. Even now, anything that wasn’t handed to him willingly, with a brush of lips, or a clandestine slip to knees, could become his. That in itself was testament to all he’d done, that his willing submission was as effective a bargaining tool as his power.

WATERSPORTS FIRSTPRINCE (aka, Alex is funny and Henry has a weak bladder)

“You… think it’s- what?” Henry choked out, “You think it’s hot that I pissed myself in the middle of our kitchen? Is that your idea of a joke?” “I-” the brunette could feel his own cheeks heating up now, “It’s not a joke, I do, I’m sorry, but I do,” he managed after a moment. “Oh,” the blond’s eyes shot straight down to the shorts Alex had on, falling on the visible hardness there, “Oh,” he repeated, but with much more understanding this time. There were still tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall, but he was visibly less mortified, “Alex, that is so disgusting...” “I know, shit baby, I’m s-” “I can get into it.” “What?” “I said, I can get into it,” Henry repeated, “Well, honestly, I could probably get into anything that makes your cock hard, because- well frankly I reap the benefits of that. Would you like to fuck my throat?”

AND A NEW WIP, Hairstylist Henry and his least (read as favorite) Client Alex

“Alright, tilt your head back,” both of Henry’s hands rested on Alex’s temples, carefully moving the other man’s head into the perfect place, “Do you want me to stop under the jawline?” “Whatever you think looks best, sweetheart.” Normally, Henry would hate that, some businessman using a pet name on him. But usually it felt demeaning, when Alex did it, it felt genuine, perhaps that was why he didn't mind it. He would rather accept that than admit it might have something to do with how hot his cheeks felt or how his stomach flip flopped. Instead, he chose to focus on something else, like the familiar but luxurious scent becoming more evident the closer he was to Alex. “Santal 33?” the blond asked, running the trimmers over the other man’s jawline, making careful precise lines that would accentuate the sharp angles there. “Yeah,” impressively, Alex had answered that without much movement of his face; Henry was astonished. “Makes sense.” “What is that supposed to mean?” this time, the brunette moved, but he did have the mind to wait until Henry was running the trimers along his throat with less chance of Alex’s jolt messing up something. “It means you look like someone who has good taste, don’t move.” “You’re worse than a dentist,” Alex grumbled. “Stop moving, christ you’re an absolute menace, I’m going to slice your throat open.” “With an electric trimmer?” “I’m certain if I make enough effort, I just may be able to pull it off,” Henry snapped.

OKAY, that was a long one, if you stuck around thank u I love u. TAG LINE UP!!!!

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[nekosabina]

Sooo, lately, I have seen a few Hoof Trim Videos on TikTok, especially from Nate the hoof guy. And those got me thinking. We do have a few characters in Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss who have hooves. Mostly the imps but also Charlie and Alastor are seen with hooves.

I know Alastor has shoes on, and it could just be drawn on his shoes, but there is also a canon merch mouse pat that shows Alastor with hooves.

So I was wondering, do they need trims for their hooves? Are there professional hoof trimers in hell? I imagine it would be just like in reality that their hooves need regular trims just like nails, but it's hard to do yourself. Also just like in the videos I've watched, there could be issues like defects or something stuck in them, that has to be professionally treated.

Most videos I've seen are about cow hooves and I think most hooves in the show are goat-like hooves or for Alastor deer hooves, so I don't know if the procedures would be the same, but it's still fun to imagine the character going to a trimmer.

Since I'm a sucker for Alastor whump and I think he is someone who wouldn't admit he needs help, even if he is in obvious discomfort, I got a specific scenario stuck in my head. He wears shoes most of the time but his hooves still get defects from time to time. And sometimes he does walk around without his shoes, especially if no one is around to see him, or maybe just when around Rosie, because it actually is good to feel his feet on the bare ground in between.

Eventually, he actually gets a bad defect and something even gets stuck in there, but he ignores it at first. At some point, he starts to feel pressure in his hoof and it's harder to walk without some discomfort. Discomfort turns into pain and he starts to lame while walking. He is careful to not let anyone notice and even goes so far as to teleport everywhere even if it is just a few steps, just so he doesn't have to walk in front of others. But the rest of the hotel does figure out what's going on. When questioning him about it he just shrugs it off, but they, especially Charlie are not happy with that at all. During some activity, she somehow gets him to walk around and notices his lameness. She privately confronts him about it and assures him there is nothing to be ashamed of, after all, she has hooves too, and experiences issues like that herself as well. She offers to call her personal hoof trimer, Nate, but he refuses at first, saying he can take care of it himself. After some arguing, she convinces him to agree, if she promises to keep this a secret.

Imagine Alastors annoyance if the hoof trimmer tells him to lie on his stomach so the heel is on top because it's easier for him to work on the hoof. At first, he regrets agreeing to it, but as soon as he feels the pressure in his foot leaving he is instantly relieved. But then the trimmer puts a block on the other claw and puts a big wrap on, and Alastor is annoyed again because he realizes even if Charlie doesn't tell anyone this will be hard to hide. However the trimmer explains, that it won't be able to heal otherwise and he will come back to check on it in a few weeks. Alastor is not happy about that news, but goes along with it anyway, since he is at least not showing lameness anymore.

Now I'm also wondering what other kinds of ailments demons with animal forms could get, that are specific to the animal they are representing?

[eyebrowswillwood]

The bread trimer @whatifieatedpaperlol15 gave me.

Stab wound healed by @baldwillwood 's bald light.

Ready for the ides banquete!

[covid-safer-hotties]

reference saved in our archive

Me, reading a study about viral evolution I can barely follow:

An interesting breakdown of how covid's continued evolution helps it interact with ACE2 receptiors and how this information could potentially be applied as a treatment or prophylaxis.

[makeitinkorea]

COMMENT REUSSIR EN CORÉE ? Hanseo, capitale immense et aveuglante, celle où chaque rue semble promettre la réussite. Les gratte-ciels interminables percent le ciel, mais les âmes se perdent dans les ombres des tours. Les jolis récits de réussite n'appartiennent qu'à ceux qui ne se couchent qu'aux premières lueurs du jours, alors que d'autres se lèvent pour trimer toute la journée. La r é u s s i t e, ce mirage que l'on poursuit en ignorant le prix à payer. Les rêveurs pensent l'atteindre après des années de travail acharné — ceux qui réussissent à grimper au sommet savent que la chute est toujours proche, tandis que ceux qui ne parviennent pas à s'élever aspirent à un avenir qu'ils ne toucheront peut-être jamais. Les jours s'étirent, rythmés par la quête insatiable de reconnaissance, tandis que les désillusions s'empilent, brisant des rêves trop grands pour eux. 9 to 5, rythme dans lequel on sombre toute notre vie jusqu'à ce qu'il ne soit trop tard. On se rend soudain compte que le graal est inatteignable pour les gens ordinaires, ceux qui ne sont pas nés avec une étoile au dessus de leur berceau. EAT THE RICH ! vrombissement grandit dans l'esprit des moins aisés, tentatrice vengeance s'immisce au plus profond de l'âme. On se demande comment faire quand ce sont les riches qui nous dévorent, eux qui ne connaissent ni faim ni satiété. Plus d'argent, plus de pouvoir, plus de renommée — ils avalent tout, laissant les miettes à ceux qui peinent à respirer sous les dettes à payer. On les h a i t, avec l'amertume d'une vie qui pourrait être moins accablante si l'on mettait la main sur une fraction de ce qu'ils possèdent. Intouchables du haut de leur tour dorée, protégés et choyés par le gouvernement qui ne saurait fonctionner sans eux... Incapable d'imaginer la bombe menaçant le coffre-fort où reposent leurs secrets.

CEZ, IZO et DOBBY ont le plaisir de vous présenter leur nouveau projet de RPG se déroulant en Corée du Sud, dans une capitale inventée : Hanseo !

'HOW TO MAKE IT IN KOREA' (MIIK) est un RPG vie réelle city immersif, avec une dimension secondaire university (qui n'est pas l'élément central du forum). Inspiré des oeuvres suivantes : gossip girl, hierarchy, bitch and rich, shameless, the heirs, parasite, il traite des différences de classes, de la réussite et des apparences cachées.

Dans une ville où chacun joue un rôle et tente de garder une image lisse et parfaite, les habitants font face à un réseau anonyme qui menace de révéler chacun de leurs plus sombres secrets.

Le forum se base donc sur les apparences et les secrets qui sont au coeur de l'intrigue principale. Mais petit twist : à la manière d'un secret story géant, les joueurs, derrière leurs écrans, joueront aussi sur les apparences de leur personnage, sans connaître les secrets des autres.

On vous dit tout très prochainement dans un prochain post qui traitera du concept ! En attendant, nous venons d'ouvrir un discord qui vous permettra de réserver des avatars, construire votre personnage et créer des liens irp ou irl <3 (vous pouvez aussi réserver vos avatars en ask sur ce tumblr, nous mettrons prochainement une liste d'avatars réservés !)

Stay tuned pour plus d'informations et d'annexes dans les prochains jours et pour une ouverture imminente !

REJOINDRE LE SERVEUR DISCORD !

[selidren]

Automne 1924 - Champs-les-Sims

3/3

J'aurai du également vous le dire au début de ma lettre, mais il se trouve que je vais sans doute organiser mon mariage sous peu. Oui, je sais bien que je suis encore très jeunes, mais je suis aussi très amoureuse de Jean. Et si cela peut me faire échapper à un mariage arrangé par ma grand-mère (oui c'est d'un autre temps, mais elle en est tout à fait capable, d'ailleurs, elle est elle-même d'un autre temps), je ne vois pas où serait le mal. Après tout, comme me l'a répété mon père lors de mon anniversaire, c'est à présent à mon tour de produire le prochain maillon de la chaîne : un héritier. Grand-Mère lui a drôlement bien appris sa leçon. Serais-je la même un jour ? A sermonner mon fils ou ma fille pour qu'il ait des enfants au plus vite ? Je ne l'espère pas, d'ici là je prie pour que les temps aient changé.

J'attends avec impatience de vos nouvelles.

Noé

Transcription :

Jean « Tu es magnifique ! Cette coupe te va bien mieux qu’à Cléo ! »

Arsinoé « Tu trouves ? Quand j’ai vu les mèches par terre, j’ai presque été prise de vertiges. J’ai regretté, mais trop tard. »

Jean « Ne regrette pas, c’est inutile. Ton visage est vraiment mis en valeur. »

Arsinoé « Je n’en peux plus d’attendre la fin de ces rencontres clandestines dans l’obscurité. »

Jean « Et sous la pluie pour couronner le tout ! »

Arsinoé « Pour te voir, j’affronterai les pires tempêtes ! Qui se préoccupe de quelques gouttes franchement ? »

Jean « Moi. Tes robes toutes neuves vont être trempées, et tu risques de tomber malade de plus. Et puis je vois d’ici que tu frissonnes. »

Arsinoé « Alors tiens moi chaud ! »

Arsinoé « Je ne comprends pas pourquoi tu as quitté la Butte au Chêne. On ne voit bien moins qu’avant, et la paie était pourtant meilleure. »

Jean « J’avoue que fréquenter la patronne est plutôt avantageux pour ma fiche de paie, mais ça me mettait trop mal à l’aise vis-à-vis des gars. Et puis, je n’ai pas envie de bénéficier d’un traitement de faveur, je ne le mérite vraiment pas. Non, crois moi. C’est mieux de travailler à l’épicerie. »

Arsinoé « Kleber est un ami de mon frère, tu le sais ? »

Jean « Vous avez des amis partout Noé ! En tous cas, il me fait trimer comme un galérien, mon argent est bien mérité. »

Arsinoé « Et de toute façon, quand nous serons mariés, tu travailleras avec moi à diriger l’entreprise. »

[nightshadesmusings]

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Overcast Limbo

Trimeric Poem

The sky outside is a featureless in-between haze Like a long wait on a platform after metro delays The sort of mundane that keeps me in a daze As if the world believes it’s not worthy of praise.

Like a long wait on a platform after metro delays Where travelers stand silent, feeling like strays Eyes cast down in a flat world of dull greys

The sort of mundane that keeps me in a daze Just another one of those repetitive Tuesdays Walking with strangers through a corporate maze

As if the world believes it’s not worthy of praise It stays dull and desaturated under our gaze Numbing us, and we assume it will be like this always.

[epopoiia-leblog]

Un coup de feu

Il était une fois un coup de feu. La petite fille sursauta, sa main qu’elle tenait fermée dans celle de sa mère s'y agrippa d'autant plus fort. Les gens autour d’elles criaient et s'éparpillaient dans tous les sens, sous la fumée qui montait et les bombes lacrymogènes que lançaient les policiers. Mais elle n’eut pas le temps de contempler plus longtemps ce spectacle car sa maman se mit elle aussi à courir et força ses petites jambes à la suivre en la tirant par le bras. Elles ne s’arrêtèrent qu’une fois qu’elles furent sûres d’être à l'abri du mouvement de foule et de la rue enflammée. Dans le petit recoin où elles s’étaient réfugiées, elles pouvaient encore entendre les hommes crier et sentir l’odeur de fumée qui irritait leurs narines. Serrant sa fille fort dans ses bras, la jeune mère se força à retenir ses larmes de rage et de désespoir. Tant de violence et d’agressivité, une répression folle et incriminante alors qu’ils n’avaient fait que manifester pour leurs droits. Pourtant leur colère était plus que légitime. N’avaient-ils pas le droit de se sentir offensés quand on continuait à vouloir les payer au lance-pierre alors qu’ils subissaient comme tout le monde les conséquences de l’inflation ? alors qu’ils passaient leurs journées à trimer sur leurs machines sans aucune reconnaissance et sans jamais arriver à répondre aux besoins de leur famille ? Était-ce seulement humain d’��tre traité ainsi ? Était-ce juste ? Comment les usines qui les employaient, comment toutes ces entreprises qui profitaient de leur main-d'œuvre pouvaient-elles continuer à se regarder en face ? La jeune mère était profondément consternée face à toutes ces injustices qui rendaient les hommes inégaux et faisaient du malheur des uns le bonheur des autres. Démunie, les yeux levés vers le ciel, si calme face à la fureur de la Terre, elle s’essaya à une prière. Pour sa petite fille, elle ne pouvait s’avouer vaincue, ni croire que le monde ne finirait pas par changer. La vie ne pouvait être un effondrement permanent, il y avait forcément un moment où la roue finirait par tourner.

[pocketvenuslux]

I liked my previous samples of Phloem and Nectary from Jorum Studio so I purchased its Progressive Botany set and a couple more samples. Listed below in order from most to least favourite.

Carduus - A bold, peaty opening with hints of anise and dried grasses, spices and leather. Veers toward smoky and then comfortably mellow in the dry down. Evocative of medicinal herbal tea and the outdoors in late summer or fall without resorting to any cliches.

Medullary-Ray - The most intense opening of the set. You are hit with damp, moist wood with the subtle suggestion of unwashed hair. The texture is palpably rich and unctuous but becomes drier in the dry down. Unique and a little more challenging than Carduus, but still very wearable.

Firewater (purchased separately from the set) - A unique aquatic take on the smoky genre that's not the kind of bonfire smoke that the marketing copy suggests. There's the barest suggestion of the dreaded calone but it's so slight it doesn't bother me. It's a little reminiscent of Aesop's Karst in the dry down, but without such a hefty price tag.

Arborist - A pleasant and wearable woody scent, like a CdG but less synthetic. Nothing spectacular but a solid wear.

Trimerous - How I wanted to like this one! I love a good iris but sometimes it can go sideways on my skin, becoming unpleasantly candied. This showed promise in the opening but became a scrubber in the dry down for me.

Edited to add that while I've only tried roughly half of the house's offerings, I suspect Jorum is like a number of houses - Tauer and DS & Durga come to mind - that seems to employ a common base. Jorum's is pleasantly warm and ambery. Even if you really like it, it does make them a bit same-samey.

[incensemaniac]

i've posted about this fragrance before but it's such an easy reach you're gonna be hearing about it again . it's unique and sophisticated but also fun and you should just try it . the iris is waxy and the nectarine comes through so beautifully and the suede is very much there i really love it so much

trimerous by jorum studio (the best to ever do it)