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There’s a certain seduction in a perfectly worn pair of Vans, a pack of American Spirits, and a nonexistent bed frame — the holy trinity of New York City’s Lower East Side–residing, leftist podcast-listening skate park regulars.
This specific subset of kickflipping fuckpeople has inspired as many memes as iMessage love letters, most of which will remain on read for eternity. We all knew it was never going to work out, but that doesn’t make heartbreak any less painful. That said, sniffing your unrequited love’s old Dime shirt isn’t doing you any favors — instead, try burying your nose in these olfactive works of art.
Etat Libre d’Orange, Secretions Magnifiques: A spritz of sweat and sex.
Frédéric Malle, Cologne Indelebile: Clean citrus muddled with lived-in musk.
Charenton Macerations, Asphalt Rainbow: A romp in Washington Square Park after the rain.
Juliette Has a Gun, Not a Perfume: An empty bed with warm sheets.
BeauFort London, Tonnerre: An aphrodisiac in three acts: smoke, tar, and metal.
D.S. & Durga, Debaser: This sweet tooth has bite.
le PÈRE, le PÈRE: Smooth talk in a bottle.
