Sometimes a special scent can just turn the day around. I’m so tired of naming conventions that really don’t mean anything. I think a fragrance can have a life of it’s own and really bring you back to a forgotten memory or whisk you away to someplace exotic and spiritual.  I personally carry a little roll on fragrance with me named Optimism that really does brightens up my day.

A little shop in Brooklyn has taken this idea to a whole new level. CB I Hate Perfume has the most unusual names for its fragrances and packages them in nostalgic little bottles. From Russian Caravan Tea, to At The Beach 1966 there is sure to be something that will be the perfect match for you. I am dying to get to their shop but the snow may just keep me away this weekend.