I am a lover of good smells.

Especially amber smells that include hints of patchouli, vetiver, moss or anything dark and deep and delicious. I love inhaling the sweaty-hot leather of a saddle on a galloping horse, the salty tang of an ebbing tide, the cold smoke of an abandoned campfire mixed with long shadows in a provincial park campsite, the curling smoky prayers of sandalwood incense or the rich earthy aroma of a freshly-turned garden.

I am also (surprise alert!!!) a lover of words, bookstores, libraries, journals, shelves of books, piles of books, both old books and new.

So, you can  imagine my delight when I discovered a perfume that packs writing, words and amber aromas into one tiny little bottle; a flask so small that it can hide in my purse, allowing me to dab on little focused blasts of all things earth and fire.

Most women’s perfumes tend toward the floral/citrus range, so to get the perfume I really love, I usually end up buying men’s aftershave (or obstensibly buying it for Kevin and then sneaking liberal splashes for myself).

Dead Writers perfume is described on Sweet Tea Apothecary as, “…this blend evokes the feeling of sitting in an old library chair paging through yellowed copies of Hemingway, Shakespeare, Fitzgerald, Poe, and more. The Dead Writers blend makes you want to put on a kettle of black tea and curl up with your favorite book.”

I ordered my little bottle in January, and in spite of some of it leaking out on this last plane ride, I still have many concentrated drops left to go.

I think I’ll put on a pot of tea, light some incense and put in my order for another perfect blend.

Happy Aromas!