(Jep, nog een. Ik kan niet slapen, en dan ga ik lezen.)
Een profiel van Christopher Brosius, blijkbaar een bekende neus in de parfumwereld.
http://nymag.com/print/?/news/features/perfumer-christopher-brosius-2011-5/I sprayed on the fragrance for Chandler Burr, a former scent critic at the Times. He grabbed my wrist, pulled his nose close, and began to tickle my skin with machine-gun-like bursts of air: sniff, breathe, sniff, breathe. I could see the muscles on Burr’s face tighten and contort into the shape of raw disgust, as if he’d just been forced to slowly chew through a dozen rotten eggs.
“Have you smelled this?”
Of course I had.
“Do you like it?”
Kind of. Yeah.
“Are you straight?”
I nodded. Why?
“Because that smell isn’t musk. It’s not even close to musk. That …”
He looked back at my wrist. “That is the smell of man’s anus—a very clean man’s anus.”