The Carrion Flowers

When I was a teenager I pretended that I didn't like flowers, "They're the genitals of plants why would I want those as a gift, gross!" I made a huge show about telling everyone how much I hated them. Clubs in my school routinely sold flowers for fundraisers. While the idea is nice, in the... Continue Reading →

The Chemistry of Death and Desire

What does a fleshy tuberose, cooked Brussel sprouts, chocolate, the musk of human sex, faeces, and a decomposing body all have in common? Indole, dirty, sexy, carnal Indole. You have smelled it thousands of times without knowing its name, but if you are smelling something a little bit overripe, heavy, and with a strange sweetness,... Continue Reading →

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