Leave it to a New York City store to do the weird thing. MiN, a boutique in Manhattan’s SoHo neighborhood, bills itself as a “haute parfumerie and artelier,” which is French for “store that sells expensive things.” It caters to people willing to pay $350 for 12 milliliters of liquid.
While at Min, I had my eye on another bottle: Secretions Magnifique, a synthetic concoction that's supposed to—supposed to—smell like a combination of semen, blood, and breast milk. It’s $88, and even Olya has a little trouble justifying why anyone would want it. “I don’t think it’s for everyone,” she said. “It’s very primal.” When customers want to test it out, she has to take it outside the store to spray it. “I feel like humans always get attracted to things that are unclear unknown or even repulsive,” she said.
This perfume was worn for five days and here's the story
Wednesday:
I get through the entire day without thinking about Secretions Magnifique, but then some girl tells me I smell like her dad. I spend several hours feeling bad for her. When I go to a bar, I don’t get carded even though I look 12—I assume it’s because I smell like someone with “mature hobbies,” or at the very least a reason to drink.
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I know there's food porn, but now we with the semen thingy, we can say we have officially launched the perfume porn movement.
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