The scent of books
would be a bouquet of new paper, ink, leather, a faint hint of glue, and cedar wood. Its name would be Literal.
Scent Stories are perfumes inspired by famous authors. Ah&Oh Studio has designed glass bottles shaped like inkwells, with the heads of characters from the authors’ best-known works.
I have to warn you: the Marquis De Sade (or as a classmate in Comp Lit said, the Marquis De Shar-Day, like the singer) is a bore to read. As for the scent, I’m thinking leather and a cell in the Bastille. For Orwell I imagine the smell of pork chops; for Poe whiskey, rose petals and cat piss; and for Laclos diamonds, candlewax and tears.
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June 4th, 2010 at 03:14
Would you end up smelling like Despair after a dose of Orwell?
June 4th, 2010 at 10:19
I thought you were referring to that familiar scent that registers in your nose as you trickle those pages an inch away from it. It’s a developed habit, that of smelling pages, that I’ve grown with all these years of purchase. I love it!
And de Sade. I read a chapter of A Hundred Days of Sodom, and I can swear this devil almost turned me on with all that pederasty.
June 4th, 2010 at 10:50
I wonder what scent your books carry.
June 4th, 2010 at 12:47
For de Sade, smell of shit.
June 7th, 2010 at 22:13
I like the Marquis, I attempted to read 120 (or was that 180) Days of Sodom last year, I liked it but still haven’t finished reading. But I doubt if I would like to smell like his work. Today@45 gave a pretty good description…