Kevin Peters
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I came across this article and was shocked. Turns out musk is originally from a deer's sex gland secretion. Does this kind of disgust you guys? Any thoughts?
Perfumes and colognes were made from all sorts of vile substances -- anal fluid from the civet, a type of African mammal that looks like a cross between a cat and a raccoon, is another well-known root fragrance. Remember that the next time you shell out $150 an ounce at the Macy's counter.
Thanks, TWW. This is one of the reasons I keep coming back to the Lounge. Where else could I possibly learn such arcane information about such an offbeat topic? Fascinating stuff. If I’m in the mood to splash on something, it is usually Egoiste by Chanel which smalls of wood, spice, and... er ...vanilla, I guess. I’m assuming those are “natural” scents and not some chemistry experiment. Or am I wrong? In other words, is your banned substances list pretty narrow and limited to a few more-or-less exotic ingredients?
...things that smell wonderful in moderation can be revolting in abundance, and versa-vicea.
I remember being at some swanky-type party I was forced to attend when I was in radio, and being horrified at the sight of people picking up little wads of raw hamburger off a tray and popping them into their mouths. Imagine my surprise and horror to learn there was such a thing as "steak tartare." That's almost as disgusting as the eating of a gummy paste made from the oversaturated liver of a force-fed duck. We're talking Caligula-like levels of perverted decadence. Which way to the vomitorium?
I remember being at some swanky-type party I was forced to attend when I was in radio, and being horrified at the sight of people picking up little wads of raw hamburger off a tray and popping them into their mouths. Imagine my surprise and horror to learn there was such a thing as "steak tartare."
Back in the old german days, people got a line, if someone overdone with perfume:
"Man, you stink like a moschus ox, fallen in the poop!"
That's a Musk oxen. I've never smelt one up close but I'm guessing I'd prefer their delicate scent to someone who has bathed in cheap perfume.
I remember being at some swanky-type party I was forced to attend when I was in radio, and being horrified at the sight of people picking up little wads of raw hamburger off a tray and popping them into their mouths. Imagine my surprise and horror to learn there was such a thing as "steak tartare." That's almost as disgusting as the eating of a gummy paste made from the oversaturated liver of a force-fed duck. We're talking Caligula-like levels of perverted decadence. Which way to the vomitorium?