I wouldn’t mind smelling like I sat around in a Paris cafe chain smoking, drinking coffee and wine and writing the most important novel of the century. If only the most brilliant writers knew their work was great. Not a chance. The best writers spend most of the day wallowing in self-loathing. Dead Writers Perfume evokes literary genius with a blend tobacco, vetiver, black tea, musk and vanilla. Now people will smell your despair the moment you enter a room. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. [Etsy]
