WHAT'S COMING OUT OF THE OLFACTORY?

The smell was so putrid, so eye-burningly awful that sometimes I thought I might actually suffocate.

I used to live next to a chemical refinery (I was a poor grad student, and it was a good deal). Once a month, billows of horrible, acrid smoke would waft from the factory towers. I have no idea what was coming out of there. All I know is that it STANK.

COME SMELL WITH ME

Playing with my perfume potions.

Have you ever struggled to unify all of the kooky and idiosyncratic parts of yourself in order to create something …well …real? 

As in, a real job. A real business. A real way to help the world.

Me too. And I struggled with it for a long, long time. Then I had this neat idea.