So yes, I faithfully read perfume reviews. I don't even wear a scent. Except the intoxicating scent of goodness and righteousness.
Criticism on the edge
Okay, you're going to call me crazy, I know, but I love this man's writing. I had mentioned in my criticism research this summer that the Times had hired a perfume critic. It's fascinating to me because perfume is, let's face it, not so necessary a leisure product, and fairly elitist, and to even think about perfume in a critical, comprehensive way is so bourgie I can't even stand it. Except Chandler Burr is approachable, egalitarian and fun to read. It's unfortunate, though hilarious, that his latest review is of Danielle, Danielle Steele's eponymous scent. He is not kind.