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At thirty-six—earnest, bookish, terminally shopping averse—Alyssa Harad thinks she knows herself. Then one day she stumbles on a perfume review blog. A trip to the mall and several dozen perfume samples later, she is happily obsessed with the seductive underworld of scent and the brilliant, quirky people she meets there. If only she could put off planning her wedding a little longer. . . . So begins a life-changing journey that takes us from a private perfume museum in Austin, Texas, to the glamorous fragrance showrooms of New York City, to a homecoming in Boise, Idaho, with the women who watched her grow up. Candid, elegant, full of lush description and humor and peopled with marvelous characters, this intimate memoir celebrates the many ways there are to come to our senses. Order here:
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“By turns witty, sensuous, and poignant, Coming to My Senses is a book that demands to be savored and shared. And I challenge anyone to read this without ransacking the dark corners of their closets and cosmetics bags for a scent to put on, and then another and then another…”
Deborah Harkness, author of Shadow of Night and A Discovery of Witches
“Few delights match the instant, primal gratification given by a beautiful fragrance—yet too often we ignore the power of this sense. Alyssa Harad’s fascinating (and often funny) story of how she became bewitched by the pleasures and culture of perfume will give readers a new appreciation for scent’s intimate role in their lives.”
Gretchen Rubin, author of The Happiness Project
“Harad charms everyone—with stories, recommendations, and delight. . . . lovely and evocative…”
Publishers Weekly