1) There is, or was, an X-Men cologne
I am both intrigued and horrified to see my two newest interests collide.
2) In other perfume news, today I spent a happy ten minutes in the "aromatherapy" aisle of the hippie grocery store sniffing testers of a bunch of essential oils. Now I know a lot more about a lot of basic notes, from the difference between lemongrass and lemon to unusual things like frankincense and hyssop. I discovered the geranium smells totally different from how I thought (it's much earthier and deeper, barely recognizable as floral) and that patchouli really does make me feel nauseated.
3) Unrelated, although I could make a metaphor about drowning out the stink of homophobia, gileonnen
has responded to Orson Scott Card's "gay men are hellbound pedophiles" rewrite of Hamlet
by hosting The Big Gay Hamlet ficathon
(actually a prompt-and-fill challenge), for Hamlet
fic with queer themes. In the spirit of not doing what Card did, stories about pedophilia, rape, and abusive relationships are off-limits; there's not a requirement that stories be "positive," in the sense of not talking about homophobia or other problems, just that queer characters and queer sexualities (including asexuality) not be demonized. It's a cool thing and I hope lots of folks participate.
ETA: 4) Returning to frivolities, I always thought I was immune to shoe-lust. And then I saw these glorious steampunk-y boots
. I'm not buying them, because even discounted they are $100, but I want them more than I can begin to tell you.