The Speaking Perfume is like the Speaking Portrait – so alive that it seems to have paused mid remark. It’s telling you something and you have to be a dolt not to catch the conversational drift.
It’s an odd concept, I admit it, and synesthetes are prone to this type of observation, or maybe this is just the Pathetic Fallacy all over again – but I don’t think so.
Perfumers are in the business of evocation, of conjuring up worlds lost or strayed. The speaking perfume is merely the most successful at this kind of image herding.









