I thought you were going to talk about the raw beautiful funk of real proper natural indigo. A scent that needs some time to breathe before it settles down.
I appreciate you talking about this vibe padding epidemic—which is well in it's ways of escalating to a pandemic. In the era of filterworld (and Kyle's earlier related concept of airspace) the ideal of ultimate success for so many companies is becoming VC-backed sauceless cash cows. And regardless of if they will ever get to that stage, so many brands, artists, creatives already try to fit exactly in that personality-devoid aesthetic to look or feel like those other brands and make it in the culturally flattened world of social media algorithms.
When I was growing up in Arkansas I had a cute country girlfriend who lived in a house which was entirely wood fired. I was at Christian sleep away camp, and we could get letters sent to us. I always knew if one was from her by the sweet smokey smell of the envelope in the mail pile.
I thought you were going to talk about the raw beautiful funk of real proper natural indigo. A scent that needs some time to breathe before it settles down.
we do love a literal raw beautiful funk
Hell yes. I love that acrid vegetal inkwell odor.
And if you’ve ever had a Harris tweed jacket and got caught in the rain, the natural dyes have a cool mushroom smell
I appreciate you talking about this vibe padding epidemic—which is well in it's ways of escalating to a pandemic. In the era of filterworld (and Kyle's earlier related concept of airspace) the ideal of ultimate success for so many companies is becoming VC-backed sauceless cash cows. And regardless of if they will ever get to that stage, so many brands, artists, creatives already try to fit exactly in that personality-devoid aesthetic to look or feel like those other brands and make it in the culturally flattened world of social media algorithms.
When I was growing up in Arkansas I had a cute country girlfriend who lived in a house which was entirely wood fired. I was at Christian sleep away camp, and we could get letters sent to us. I always knew if one was from her by the sweet smokey smell of the envelope in the mail pile.
gonna be running the term "funiki" A LOT. for example, "that's a funky funiki yo !"
what’s the vetiver deodorant?
"Douce Nature"
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