Altered my life through the introduction of perfume, which made me feel as if though I had gained a limb.

Jack is doing God's work of exposing the machinations - both evil and angelic - behind the fabric of our shared reality

Best podcast ever, simple as. Listen to the continuing story from the beginning.

Been listening for four years, TPN has helped me through some of the toughest moments of my life. Thank you, Jack! TPN forever!

Jack Mason, the host of The Perfume Nationalist is consistently ahead of the curve, delivering sharp and insightful critiques that span the political spectrum. His ability to dissect both right and left ideologies with precision while remaining firmly on the right side of history is unmatched. Known for his controversial, stern yet sincere words, Jack’s heartfelt approach shines through. A true student of Camille Paglia, Jack is a Renaissance man deeply rooted in faith, art, and a pro-sex visionary. Those who perceive him as controversial miss the point entirely. His simple belief that you can speak without self-doubt & without veiling how he really feels — His belief that you don’t have to cover up what’s true with academic art speak makes him respected by many, making art and truth more accessible to all listeners. A visionary — yet, in audio format.

Gay

Who is anyone to say someone else’s sexuality is aberrant but Jack’s pronunciation is truly A-Bear-Ant.

Interesting but brace yourself for the hateful gay venom. You are not cool enough and you are a normie.

Great podcast concept, would be interesting if not for the pedo apologist fangirling and the right wing hipster dogma.

Jack is the Picasso of podcasting. He sees through the veil of culture with laser vision.

after red scare. Jack is brilliant. One of the few actual rebel commentators left in this culture. He is great with guests even when they are openly green at broadcasting and often brings out the best of them. The subject matter is always unexpected.

Jack is so full of himself it’s sickening

Hideous on the inside and out.

This was recommended to me by my therapist and has brought me so much joy. Thank you Jack for the continuing story of The Perfume Nationalist *

Jack I love your sensitive and sweet Cancer soul

This is kind of a rehash of Gerry Ssip’s review farther down but it needs to be said I’ve tried listening to this podcast a few times, and each time I leave angry and disappointed. Full disclosure: I would consider myself a left-wing guy but not dogmatically so and I’m perfectly willing to listen to interesting right-wingers and am friends with a few irl. Someone like Jack’s idol Paglia, for instance, is always engaging, erudite, and clever even (especially?) when I disagree with her (although she’d probably *also* disagree with me calling her right-wing). I also used to listen to Red Scare prior to their drifting towards overt conservatism and I’m a big Cumboy (RIP). I’ve got similar faves in movies and music as him (Nashville, Ghost World, Richard Linklater, Patti Smith). The issue is less his dogmatism than his political vaguery. He’s right wing but can’t tell you why. He likes Trump

Even when I’m not particularly interested in the artist or art being described and discussed, there is always something for me to get from Jack and his guests. It’s best when we all start with the same shared text. My So-Called Life, anything Madonna, Ghost World, Paglia, Rand—these are now things I can hear discussed outside of my own mind. I am really hoping for La Femme Nikita because I recently revisited it during quarantine, but it might be a bit too macho, perhaps. My dream is to be a guest!!

You’re too hip, baby. I just can’t carry you anymore.

Must mean their podcast is brillant. Followed and enjoyed.

Jack is a brilliant, sparkling diamond. I’m so happy to hear The Perfume Nationalist evolve, gain $$$ success allowing Jack to quit those dreadful jobs and continue to appeal to an increasingly vast mix of perfume nerds, art lovers and the folks who dig his takes on current events. “sHE had appeared to violate the rule. sHE was warned. sHE was given an explanation. Nevertheless, sHE persisted.”

The evolution of the show has been something special.

If there’s two words to sum up TPN it’s “Steak Diane.” Jack is a steak on the outside, but on the inside he’s a total Diane.

And tedious to boot. A self absorbed millennial blathering about nothing.

Jack is the Thierry Mugler of podcasters

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JACK AND ORTANT HAVE CREATED A MASTERPIECE. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL THING. — BEN HOWLEY

This is a pure art podcast. Very excited to add I have listened to every single episode as of today lol. Play it in ur car. Play it while you work. Play it at family dinners. Play it in the Trader Joe’s parking lot. Allow your life to mesh with this audio performance.

If you listen to the difference in his voice from the early episodes to now you can actually hear him get fatter

Email class racist word salad in the guise of pop culture analysis.

A highly aesthetic and aromatic program that masterfully weaves art, beauty and social commentary, TPN has the distinction of being the only podcast I have found so far that regularly discusses film without being dull or academic. One of the few projects in the bleak landscape of contemporary media that inspires joy and a glimmer of hope for the future.

I was so excited to hear about a podcast with perfume and film discussion, but this was a terrible, boring, waste of time. Hopefully someone smarter and funnier makes a better podcast about the subjects soon.

Great discussions found in each episode mixing fragrance, movies, and politics all into one sweet little package

Superb discussions of fragrances and culture/arts through the lens of fragrance. Absolutely dim-witted politics. 10/10.

Don’t agree with their politics exactly, but I appreciate the podcast a lot. I bought a full bottle of aromatics elixir and everyone I know hates it, but I’ve started to get a sick pleasure from it.

I didn’t care for it initially, but generally when I dislike something, my impulse is to look at it more, to try to understand it. I think I have spent somewhere between 30-40 hours with TPN, including his guest spots on other shows, reading his Twitter, and I don’t hate him. I don’t like him. I feel sorry for him. Someone who expects to be applauded as a hero for having done enough extracurricular reading to get a personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut. These are not, by and large, the shocking, transgressive, taboo works that society doesn’t want you to know about, but about on par, on average, with the sort of film recommendations a 1st year film student might give (save a few aberrations like the interminably tedious Death In June). You’d get about the same or better level of exposure to the world of art, and level of critical nuance by getting the Criterion Channel and reading IMDB trivia page. Jack wants both to be a brazen iconoclast and to be universally beloved. This undoes his conviction and he becomes weepy. The whole thing reeks terribly of the kind of pissy hatred of someone who believes they are somehow innately entitled to be widely beloved as a creative genius without putting in the actual work. Constantly throwing grenades at even the slightest, small grievance, but comparing any criticism being pointed back at him as a full-on assault. At best, his opinions are banal, at worst, his opinions are halfbaked, half remembered cribbing of things I’ve heard podcasters he openly looks up to and wants to be associated with say before him, like extensively paraphrasing Red Scare. Dull, rote, confused sophistry at best. He wants very clearly to be friends with and be in the esteem of these other, larger figures, and to glom onto their success. He talks constantly, incessantly about his parasocial relationship with Red Scare and his desire to be their friend. He opines about how Nick Mullen used to live in the same city as him, wishing their paths would have crossed because surely Mullen would have recognized Jack’s greatness. In one exchange I heard him say that it was neoliberalism’s fault that all of his friends from the early 2010s don’t talk to him any more. I think this is the real core of the project. Despite all his claims to conservative bona fides, he never clearly articulates much beyond flaccidly repeating great replacement mumbo jumbo. Of course, when he does venture into making factual claims, they’re often patently false, more the product of vague reckoning than having any idea what he’s talking about. One example, from the top of my head, I heard him claim that NoFap was “started by women”. No. NoFap was started by Alexander Rhodes. He throws the word NeoLiberal around constantly, like a child who has just heard a new word for the first time and doesn’t know what it means but likes the sound of it. In the world of TPN, anything bland, anything utilitarian, anything that doesn’t meet his preferences is neoliberal. Ugly buildings are neoliberalism, part of a plot to destroy the human spirit. Perhaps that is true, but most certainly not in the sense that Jack means. Neoliberalism is a free market capitalist ideology that espouses minimal government intervention. The ugly condos are the result of land developers knowing that the cheapest construction will still make them money in a boom. But there’s the rub right there. Reagan was a neoliberal president as much as Clinton or Obama were. Trump is perhaps the apex of the Neoliberal project as much as the mall, a constant fixation of TPN, is a shrine to the excesses of Neoliberalism. The main distinction of the Trump administration, against Clinton or Obama, more than any concrete policy differences from those predecessors, is just that he is ugly in a petty way that, to someone who feels powerless, feels like a powerful signifier that haunts his enemies. It’s no small wonder then, his fixation with perfume is, by his proud confession, in part an obsession with the idea that making himself smell weird is somehow an act of defiance, that people will notice and be upset. Screaming “notice me” at a wall. All that is left is empty signifiers. All Jack can do is scream that, horror of horrors, violence of all violence, Gone With The Wind, one of the most well known movies in all of history was very temporarily removed from a streaming website, only to be re-added with a brief note explaining its context (something that surely, as a brave advocate for social criticism, must be avoided, presenting art in context). Stuck in a cycle of never realizing that his obsession with identity politics and its horror is the tail end of the coin of idpol being weaponized. Without a doubt, identity has been weaponized by capitalist companies to cover for their more nefarious interests, their hollow, cynical greed. It’s not a sinister effort to reshape society, at its core, it’s cheap publicity. It’s a marketing tool. And by howling against it, TPN only plays into it. Acting the Heel so that Disney can be the Face. And yet, at its core, clearly, Jack is a sensitive person. A person with some sense of love and compassion in his heart. My favorite moments listening to the show came mostly out of hearing Jack talk to his brother. That’s why this is a 2 star review instead of 1. Of course, if he sees this, and I’m sure he will, he’ll probably compare himself to Jodie Foster in The Accused because someone dared criticize his work, post a dozen times about it and then lock his account, and delete all of his posts again. So where does that leave me? Feeling bad, honestly. I don’t hate Jack. If I did I would probably have not bothered to listen to 30 hours. I feel genuinely bad. This is a man, older than I am, overtly obsessed with his own powerlessness and anonymity and absolute loneliness, angry and lashing out at at anyone and anything, grinding his teeth and muttering “I’m not mad, you’re mad. I’m having a great time, actually.”

I love to hear Jack and Ortant’s texas twang as they discuss their favorite fragrances and movies. I’m a sucker for early 2000’s late 90s nostalgia and Jack really nails the feeling of those eras in his discussions . I’m so glad they’re making something worthwhile in what is a low point for art and culture. Keep it up boys

Some interesting convos —I don’t know anyone else who’s seen Out 1— but you can’t help but get the feeling this simpering Paul Blart lookalike thinks the cultural affectations of a Texan actually mean something to people.

Part podcast and part kitchen sink drama, this is the only podcast that gets you high. Listen to the episodes in order, and when you finish, start again from the beginning. Then you will understand the show is more than a podcast on culture and perfume but a work of art in its own right, with its own mysteries and shadowy narratives... repeated listens are highly rewarded.

He’s fat folks

Jack is brilliant, and what he has accomplished with this podcast is nothing short of Art. Most impressive and enjoyable podcast on aesthetics/culture. Has opened new doors, and heightened my senses and appreciation.

A wide ranging podcast from which an olfactory journey emerges leading to colorful and sharp cultural commentary never failing to delight the mind by way of that most visceral of the senses!

This show has one of the most creative and informative premises, all three of them have great chemistry and sexy voices and if you don’t like the baby noises you’re a cookie cutter

Do you ever feel depressed over how most art, discourse and culture generally feels flat and empty today? You’re not alone. The Perfume Nationalist hosted by Jack (@donnamillsfan1 on Twitter) is a podcast that seeks to rebel against this by celebrating film, books and scents that came from a time before neoliberalism completely hollowed out pop culture of creativity and substance. These days the most truly subversive thing you could do is earnestly talk about beautiful things.

Interesting guests, good opinions on movies. I don’t know anything about perfume but I assume good takes on that too.

Jack and co. have awakened my long dormant sense of smell. Just not something I have even thought about consciously since college. This last year has been an adventure with memories and sensations long forgotten. In full disclosure, I've been a guest on the show twice, and hope to be on again. It's not just the expertise on scents that keeps me coming back, but the unrepentant casual and honest vibe. The pairing of art/film with the scents is always perfect, and even episodes or topics that I thought would be uninteresting to me open up whole new worlds. Greatly indebted to the pod even as a paying member on Patreon, and even after having purchased over 20 perfumes to keep up with the conversations. Definitely brought a "feeling at home" vibe to a tumultuous year.

Deeply love this podcast but the Baby noises are way too much lately!!!!

Perfume Nationalist is what happens when people stop being nice, and start being epic Pepes.

I’d like to make a request for more reviews of Frederic Malle?

I’m a long time fan, and just I had to let y’all know I lost my mind hearing Ty E rail against Rugrats on the latest episode. This is the only podcast worth listening to, babes.

I have listened to my fair share of weird material on the internet in my days and this might just be the weirdest yet. A show full of bravado and flowery language about perfume (pun intended). The hosts wax endlessly about their favorite scents and dodging the horrors of modern American life. A tour de force of obscure knowledge and snarky commentary. In a world of safe political commentary shows and countless the History of Rome knockoffs it is good to see that Apple still allows some of the strange and wonderful to remain on their platform. Even if you are straight, only wear Chanel Blue, and are a man, like myself, one owes it themselves to get drunk and listen to an episode to realize what the corporatized podcast landscape will surely snuff out next for having too much fun with itself.