Sooo Human

I think the Humidora bottle appreciation post usurped my true feelings about Savoir Faire.

Admittedly it was those gorgeous stone crowns that caught my eye at first, and then Mr. Chris Classic himself — but those fragrances speak for themselves. 👏

They don’t need stunning stones or the handsome hat wearing perfumer to sell them— these beauties shine on their own!✨

For someone who can’t stand the smell of a lit cigar, Humidora— lit me up!🔥

Fortunately for me, this isn’t a smoky, dense lit cigar smell, this is a balanced blend of warm cedar, rich aged to***co, and sweet booze.🥃

Humidora is sexy, atmospheric and warm, like you can actually see your lover patting the leather cushion inviting you to get closer. 🔥

And Italiano Africano has such a great story behind it— inspired by the Moors leaving the landscape and familiarity of North Africa and landing in Sicily and having their minds and senses blown by their new surroundings of citrus groves, grains, fresh herbs, and grapes. 🤯

Italiano Africano captivated me by marrying the two cultures; the bright and citrusy top beautifully blended with spices and delicate florals — and then that base of oud and resins, waving their hands like hey, remember us, your roots— literally — with frankincense and soft woods.

Both of these fragrances made me a fan of this indie house doing incredible things in the ATL and beyond.

In fact, I just put my name on the list for my third fragrance— Soul Café, which is completely sold out.



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I hate feeling behind. 😭😭😭

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about consumption in the fragrance space lately.

And I want to tread carefully here, because I love perfume. I buy perfume. I collect perfume.

So this is absolutely not me standing on some anti-consumerism soapbox telling anybody what they should or shouldn’t buy.

I’m actually questioning my own relationship with all of it.🤔

I’ve seen some mutuals talking about the sheer speed of fragrance right now. New launches. New brands. Limited editions. PR packages. Discovery sets. The fragrance everybody is suddenly talking about that somehow makes you feel like you need to smell it immediately.

And I think when you create fragrance content, there’s another layer to it.

Because we’re not just experiencing that influence.

We’re part of it.😬

And I’ve been thinking a lot about what responsibility I have in that.

And I think maybe I’m craving a little more of that in fragrance content in general.

Not less perfume.
Not less excitement.
Just, maybe a little less urgency.

Because perfume isn’t going anywhere (I whisper to myself a million times a day).

And I don’t want loving fragrance to quietly turn into feeling like we have to constantly acquire fragrance in order to participate in the conversation.

So much of consumer pressure is the cumulative feeling that everyone else has already smelled it, reviewed it, bought it, ranked it—and I’m somehow late.

I don’t want someone watching my content to look at my shelves or something I’ve just purchased and feel like they’re somehow behind.

I’m not behind.
You’re not behind.
There is no behind!

I don’t want to stop celebrating perfume; I adore perfume, I just want to stop manufacturing urgency around it.

I really look forward to bedtime. 🤦‍♀️🤣

Not in the sense that I’m exhausted and just want to hit the pillow — some days there’s that too — but because I love my nighttime routine. The skincare, the pajamas, the sheets, and the scents… all of it turns getting ready for bed into something more than a task.

It becomes a practice. An absolute pleasure.

I never go to bed without doing my skincare. Never.

Part of that is wanting my skin to look and feel healthy. But it’s also something else — the unwinding. The psychological closing ceremony to the day.

I look forward to actively washing the day away.

Over the last year I’ve streamlined my skincare, weeding out influence and hype and keeping only what works — products that produce results while also grounding my skin, my senses, and honestly, my serenity.

Washing my face.
Applying serums.
Moisturizing.

Routine?
Ritual?
Or simply the place where I put myself back together after the day all but used me up.

Yes, it’s about beauty.
But it’s also maintenance of a human.

For me, the pièce de résistance lives on my nightstand.

You know what I’m talking about — the collection that accumulates beside the bed: lotions, lippies, and maybe a fragrance or two (or in my case, 5 or 6)

My bedside besties aren’t just fragrances. They’re a rotating group of small comforts — lotion, lip care, and scent — the final sensory input to my brain before sleep.

These aren’t beauty products.
They’re end-of-day repairs.
The last act of care before I return to myself.

And, this is a quietly rotating collection of textures, notes, scents and needs.

The quieting scent:
Soft musks, skin scents, gentle sweetness — the signal my brain has learned means rest.
The lip treatment:
Immediate, small comfort. Relief you can feel working.
The hand cream:
Grounding touch + soothing scent for hands that did too much today.
The emotional support product:
Irrational but necessary.
For me — always a fragrance, completely mood dependent.

My nighttime routine isn’t about looking better tomorrow.
It’s the bookend to today.

Skin repair.
Spirit repair.
True restoration.

What’s your bedside bestie?

GeeGee, how has it been 365 days since I was curled up in the crook of your arm, holding your hand as you took your final breath?

You gave me such a wonderful life; you gave mom a second chance at life; and you brought our family the stability and security we so desperately needed.

I picture you now seated at a handsomely set table in the sky — polished silver, crisp linens — a pink bow tie on, iced tea in hand, Dover Sole on your plate, and Mom by your side.

I pray you are pain-free, surrounded by laughter, great stories, and that familiar hum of belonging you always craved.

In your final days you told me how sad you were to leave us — still worrying more about us than yourself. GeeGee, I promise… we are okay.

One year ago today, as you took your last breath — I whispered that you were finally home. You spent your whole life seeking belonging, seeking love, never wanting to say goodbye. But that morning wasn’t goodbye. It was welcome home. To His home in heaven. To Mom, and to all who had been waiting for you.

I love you, Gee.
Thank you for being my dad.
And for loving me… Beyond the Beyond.