All winter, when I should have been sleeping, I was reading perfume blogs. I would lose myself in a sybaritic rapture, the clock on my screen racing toward morning as I played a bait-and-switch game with my senses, taking in words that describe smells by calling on images, textures, music. The sensory pileup felt good. The blogs tell me that scents ring, sing and lash out in fury; they also cradle, buffer, withhold. I believe them.
— From Good Vibrations in the New York Times.