How Scent Returned My Life to Me
The raw stuff of life is only changed by the meanings we give it. Memory can be dissolved by scent, but also redeemed.
This is Per Fumar, a column by Mishka Hoosen about the olfactory art of perfumery and how it has impacted his life.
Mishka Hoosen is a writer and researcher from Johannesburg in South Africa. Their work has appeared on the Ploughshares Blog, and in Bare Fiction, Plume, Illuminations, Rolling Stone South Africa, The Missing Slate, and others. They write extensively on perfume, madness, and the body. They are currently working on a novel, "Through Smoke", which will examine perfume as an embodiment of desire and remembrance in the postcolonial city.
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