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I got into perfumes at a young age, I loved trying different notes, explored all olfactory families, decided which ones were my favourites! and even though I have a signature scent, I always enjoy testing new releases, recognising scents and individual notes, appreciate the overall scent and how I feel about it on me or on others, I always get compliments on perfumes I’m wearing and get asked what I’m wearing atm…

I find it sad and annoying how most boutique separate men and women perfumes with men’s section being a shelf or 2, and a repeat of the same notes; even though I love certain perfumes marketed for men I use them often and also get many compliments on them no one thinks they’re men’s perfume on me …

Also when travelling I always look for the best local brand to try, and I noticed that many Middle East countries don’t gender label their scents instead they separate by olfactive families, and that a lot of men aren’t as sensitive to gender labels on western brands hence if they like it they’d use it!

Anyways gender and age labels never made sense to me neither, with this said I always ignored labels such as “for her/him/ mature ….) I find those to be personal opinions that shouldn’t affect everyone!

I also love pretty bottle designs, but that doesn’t always mean you’d love the perfume just because you love the design and vice versa …


Does a perfume has a gender?
Do you agree with the advertised label by brands?
Would the bottle design discourage you from buying it even though you like the scent?
Are Florals for women?

What do your wear mostly?

Share your opinions whether you agree or disagree!

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We met on a dating app—no, not Tinder—and he messaged me first. We talked for a few days and clicked fast. We’re both artists learning tattooing, traded art, hyped each other up, then moved to texting. He kept asking for selfies, calling me beautiful, and sending his back. He was cute, fit, tall enough without being towering, and covered in tattoos like me.

He wanted to hang out and hook up, but I needed childcare, so we planned for him to come over while my six-month-old napped and I monitored the baby the whole time. He even offered Starbucks and gas-station snacks, which I declined. When he arrived he hugged me, took off his shoes without being asked, admired my gaming setup, and cuddled with me on the couch. He complimented my hair, touched it gently, then kissed me. We hooked up and the chemistry was real—he was attentive, no awkwardness, very compatible.

Afterward we talked, and he said he’d probably come over again the next day. Before he came over I’d warned him my ex’s belongings were still there in trash bags by the door. When he noticed them at the end of the night he tensed and said I should get rid of them. I agreed, and he relaxed. He hugged and kissed me goodbye. I noticed dimples I’d never seen in photos, told him they were cute, and he abruptly said goodnight.

The next day he barely replied. Then out of nowhere he texted, “I think I’m gay lmao.” I couldn't tell if he was kidding. He said he was serious and had been thinking about it. I noticed he’d unmatched me on the app. I respected it but asked if this was just him disappearing after sex. He said it wasn’t about me, just stuff in his head. I told him if he ever figured things out he could text me. He promised he would and sent a black heart. We haven’t spoken since.

I’m 25, he’s 27, and I’d just left an abusive relationship. I wasn’t naïve—just enjoying my freedom. Still, the whole thing doesn’t make sense.