CB I Hate Perfume In The Library

>Since fragrance is such a subjective and personal thing, I’m always amazed when I sample a Christopher Brosius creation. How does he know? How can he tell exactly what I’ve experienced and remembered, and recreate it so perfectly? His perfumes resonate with me on an almost spiritual level, whisking me back to emotions from years ago with just a gentle waft from the bottle. I’ve yet to find another perfumer whose scents can affect me so profoundly.

CB I Hate Perfume scents are not the typical fragrance offerings. They’re memories in a bottle, stolen pieces of time stoppered up and lovingly cherished until the time comes to once again experience them. These scents are nothing less than a celebration of collective humanity. If you think I’m going overboard here, you haven’t smelled them. Do. I’ve yet to find a CB scent that I dislike.

The fragrance I’m wearing today is CB I Hate Perfume In The Library. It smells of leather book bindings, old ink, dusty cloth, and just the slightest note of lemon and beeswax furniture polish. Libraries, for me, have always been hallowed ground, and this perfume captures that feeling precisely- the hushed quiet, the occasional muffled shuffle of books being arranged on a shelf, the absorbed turning of a page. Surely, this is the scent of knowledge, both stored and sought.

This fragrance matched the internal quiet I’m feeling today. I’m recuperating from a cold, so my mind likes to turn inward, seeking a comforting, stress-free cubbyhole while my body heals. That place smells of In The Library.