Perfume Pen Pals: Lisa Kirk Revolution



Katie,

I like organizing things, curating collections of things, I own things mostly so I can put them into groups and subgroups. I'd always classified this as a charming eccentricity (I even organize my eccentricities), but after wearing and labeling thousands of perfumes, I'm fed up. It's a lot of work and most of these perfumes, especially of late, are terrible. I'm organizing terrible things.

I've repurposed flatware trays, watch cases and soap boxes like I'm Hints from Heloise.


Yes, I read it as "Pleasing Panties", too.


I have countless sachets of perfume samples and yet before I collected perfume, I didn't even know what a sachet was. (This hobby will feminize you in unexpected ways...and also in expected ways.)

Mars vs. Venus


And then there are my full bottles: shelves and cabinets of them, organized by designer. Unless perfumer supersedes designer, then organized by perfumer. Unless primary note supersedes both designer and perfumer, then by primary note. So my Hermès bottles are together, though the Jean-Claude Ellena ones are separated to sit with Ellena's other perfumes, except for Brin de Réglisse, which sits over with my lavenders, though it could just as easily sit with my licorices.

Apart from the frequent embarrassment, the biggest downside of owning all this perfume is the noise. I live right next to the Bay Bridge -- Evel Knievel could jump into my loft from the bridge for light practice -- and when the building's hallway windows are open, the traffic is loud and so is my perfume, which rattles like it's going through a perpetual earthquake.

Ever hear hundreds of rattling bottles, KP? The sound is so unnerving, the Geneva Convention forbids its use on prisoners. The rattling has come more frequently of late because I have new neighbors. New neighbors who are jerks and do a variety of jerky things. I won't bore you with the details, but the tech boom has attracted thousands of new people to San Francisco and almost all of them are jerks. If the government took a National Jerk Census, San Francisco may be the number-one jerkiest city. (And it had already been in the top ten because of people like me!)

Artist's rendition of Dan's new neighbor.


Last weekend my jerk neighbors threw a late party, during which they all gathered outside my door. (They often gather outside my door, for casual meetings or to talk on their cellphones, and I expect they'll eventually just move in with me.) When the party finally broke up, all the hallway windows were left open. So at 3:30 a.m., to stop the roar and rattle, I got dressed and went outside to close them myself.

Additionally, I might've yelled some threatening things in the direction of their loft. And I might've also kicked a hole in the wall. Though my version of events says I barely made contact and the thin drywall was so weak and inefficient, my gently approaching foot scared a hole in it. Either way, there's definitely a hole where there used to be a wall.

Might be a hole.


This is all to say that I'm currently wearing a fantastic perfume. It's called Lisa Kirk Revolution and it's supposed to smell like gasoline, smoke, tear gas, burnt rubber, gunpowder, sweat, urine -- you get the idea.



I haven't loved something this much in a long time. The fragrance is quite simple, but simple scents are usually citrus and spice or rose and wood, they're delightfully simple. But Revolution is ominously simple. Like The Blair Witch Project.





It was created by Patricia Choux, who deserves a medal for it. It's the closest thing to the civet-heavy first generation of The Different Company Rose Poivrée, but with gunpowder and gasoline instead of rose. It's a little nasty but so compelling! Once your nose adjusts and the initial shock wears off, it's addictive.

Revolution is obviously non-mainstream, but it also smells very human, though a rank, unruly, angry version of human. It's like wearing a threat, an indictment. And it makes me want to disarrange all my stupid perfumes! Y'know, right after I patch up the hole in the wall.

Dan



Lisa Kirk Revolution is available from IndieScents.com at $50 for 12ml


33 comments:

  1. Dan, there's something about extreme devotion to a hobby that seems to dogleg from a pleasurable escape to a begrudged obligation. Your "I'm fed up" reaction reminds me of an encounter with a man I was chatting to on a hiking trail in the San Gabriel Mountains the other day.

    He was a geocacher, using GPS coordinates to find caches and clues hidden in beauty spots in the wilderness. After about 20 minutes of excitedly burbling about all the hidden caves in the area, the secret vistas, the complicated puzzles he'd solved, he stopped and exasperatedly sighed.

    "I hate it," he declared. He'd set himself the task of finding one geocache every day, which had turned his escape into a chore. And a chore into a compulsion. And now that he couldn't stop, he resented his formerly beloved hobby.

    Maybe enough for him to put his foot through a rockface. Which, since the area is formed of sandstone, would hurt about as much as your drywall.

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  2. This is exactly my problem, KP (regarding the perfume, not the drywall). Now imagine all those hidden caves smelling like Jo Malone. It gives you chills, doesn't it?

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  3. I don't get the point of this article: is it a cry for help?

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    1. Yes it is, Anonymous! Can you help me find a good drywall guy?

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  4. why can't you plaster over the damage with humour?

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    1. From your mouth to God's ears, Anonymous.

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    2. Dodgy repairs are satan's territory.

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    3. Do you have his number by chance?

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  5. No, unfortunately. Have you checked your scalp to see if it's written there?

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    1. What? Weird! I've heard of "written on the wind", but not on the scalp.

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    2. According the Omen, that's where you'll find the number of the beast.

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    3. The comments section on this one has all gone to hell.

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    4. In which case, may I recommend L'Artisan Parfumeur Passage d'Enfer, or perhaps the electrical fire and brimstone of Tauer Perfumes Lonestar Memories?

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    5. "Brimstone" is actually sulfur; do you really get a sulfur note from Lonestar Memories? The devil is in the details. Are you sure you've chased him out.

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    6. Anonymous, I was using "fire and brimstone" idiomatically. But for your actual sulfur perfume needs, you can't do better than Nu_Be Sulpher. Or in a pinch, Gucci Flora with its burnt hair topnote.

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  6. Then it was a poor choice of idiom. Satan would love it.

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  7. Dan, open up a daycare at your place. That would be the ultimate revenge on your neighbors.

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  8. It will be worth it around Halloween when you take sugar-crazed kiddos door-to-door.

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  9. or, you could go out for a nice a walk and leave some nasty song playing on a loop at top volume, loud speakers pointing at your neighbor's direction. I do that sometimes with my awful neighbors, only I dont play anything nasty, I just leave Einstürzende Neubauten's Halber Mensch album on a loop. I know it scares the beejeezus out of them.

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  10. Also, the way you describe this Revolution perfume, sounds just like the olfactory equivalent of said Neubauten album.

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  11. Einsturzende Neubauten sind einfach toll!

    Sometimes, I feel the way that Dan does, although my collection isn't nearly as extensive as his. I think I had the most satisfaction from the first couple of perfumes that I bought. I purchased Bulgari Black on a whim, and then searched for reviews of it. That's how I found Katie. I stumbled across "Perfumes: the Guide" at my library, and that was when I started to get really interested. Of course, the first reviews that I looked up were for stuff that I thought was funny, like perfumes that were a big hit with my junior high friends. The next one I bought was Joy, and I remembered watching a really old Hitchcock movie and telling my husband, "When this came out, my perfume was 8 years old!"

    "Uh-huh," he said.

    I still enjoy perfumes very much, but I have to put less pressure on myself to analyze, or accumulate.

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  12. Also, I didnt introduce myself properly. Im the anonymous talking about Neubauten. My name is Antonia and it's the first time I comment thought I am and have been an avid reader of your blog. You guys are so witty and funny, like Oscar Wilde! You bring joy to my day hehe. Regarding being jaded about perfume, what happens to me is that, as soon as I recieve the order of perfume Ive placed (lately it has been an order a month), the excitement vanishes, I wear the new perfumes a couple of times, forget about them and then start longing for the new ones Ive ordered. Im insatiable in a Sysiphus-existentialist way. The rock never reaches the top of the mountain, the thirst is never quenched. Help please! When did it start being a pleasure to become a jouissance (in a Lacanian way?)

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  13. *stop being a pleasure

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    1. Official welcomes, Antonia. You've come to precisely the wrong place for help.

      I was recently telling Katie how enthusiastic I was about a new line of perfume, but only because I hadn't yet tried it.

      My peak excitement level occurs when I first read about something, then it diminishes slightly after I've ordered a sample or, god forbid, blindly bought a bottle, and it finally comes crashing down, like Sisyphus' boulder, when I first spray the stuff on my skin. That's when I start reading about something else, to elevate my mood.

      It's all related to some combination of anxiety, compulsion, control, serotonin and mostly, I believe, the declining quality of perfume. Blame them, not yourself!

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  14. Hi, Antonia! Yes, Katie's blog is a fun place to visit. What are some perfumes that you have recently tried?

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  15. I really want to try Revolution. I can't resist pretend funk for some reason.

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  16. Dan, complete agreement with you re jerkdom sf has become. I moved away from your hood 2 years ago to the beach (outer Richmond) and haven't looked back. When you start to kick holes in walls is when you need to rethink living situation. I say this smirking as I pocket the outrageous rent I get to charge said jerks for the privilege of living a stone's throw away from PacBell park, so call me part of the problem.... Scent- wise: wearing InFiore solid perfume these days. The patchouli one is very very yummy and soft. No nose-singing patch hell there. If you've not visited her boutique on Post, smack dab in TL territory with nary a techie in sight, I highly recommend it. A few years ago I picked up a fabulous bottle at scent bar from a now ?defunct co called socialcreatures called "rebel ambush: a few good spirits can start a revolution" ( and they wonder why the company didn't make it. Imagine if Guerlain had gone that route to name Nahema). At any rate , it's excellent. Smells like cold stones with remnants of smoke, on a base of vetiver. One of these evocative but not figurative scents (no one, despite what lovers of le labo patch say, wants to smell like barbecue with a smidgen of pork rinds). In the spirit of solidarity with you as you battle the forces of a&&hole neighbors, I spritzed some on. Love cole hardware on 4th street, by the way, for advice and supplies on plastering project.

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    1. Thanks Unknown. You're living my life in reverse. I'd resided in the Outer Richmond for years, before everything got so awful where I am now.

      I know nothing of In Fiore but I have a dentist appointment in the area tomorrow. Maybe I'll stop in.

      As for the (still unresolved) hole in the wall, I've decided to hire a professional. I've tried to repair drywall one other time in my life and the hallway in my childhood home still bears the scars...and bumps...and uneven paint. My mother could tell you all about it.

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  17. Dear Dan Rolleri! I thank you for sharing! Through you I can understand a little bit more about, well...you, and about myself. I have lived my life for 40 years with one bottle of perfume at a time. Something happened, not sure what, and I have now enough perfume for a lifetime - still craving more. I seriously thought something was very wrong with me, and it helps to know that I am not alone on this one.
    So one year down the road, after reading loads of bloggs, I can see that with time somethings happens to prefrence of smells too. From wanting to smell beautiful of flowers and fruits or sexy and sweet, people talk about skunk and earth and incense and armpits. Is this something that happens with time for most people without a diagnoses, but with serious fixation for smells? Hugs from Norway!

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    1. Anonymous, It's an interesting question because my experiences had the same trajectory: flowers are a gateway to armpits and I don't know why. But I see it in friends, too: the ones who are only casually interested in perfume seem to prefer the prettiest things, while the few people I know who've worn many fragrances prefer skunk. If perfume were illegal, cops would call us the hardcore junkies. At least then I'd have all my bottles hidden away and not rattling all over my shelves. Hugs from San Francisco, America's jerkiest city!

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  18. Oh! I have my bottles hidden away, I thought one was supposed to feel ashamed... Or maybe the rason is that I have no explanation for why I need all this juice, so I try to avoid any questions. Anywho, you are funny and San Francisco sounds like fun too!
    Karina :-)

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