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  1. SotD Friday 30 April

    Quote Originally Posted by kumquat View Post


    Serge Lutens-Fleurs D'Oranger
    Intense neroli washes over fleshy petals that sparkle in the sun.
    I can almost hear the bees buzz;
    feel their frantic wings flicker as they alight each time.
    This is floral golden honey, heaven; every breath.

    Fleurs d'Oranger Notes:
    Orange blossom, white jasmine, Indian tuberose, white rose, citrus peel,
    hibiscus seeds, cumin, nutmeg
  2. SotD Friday 30 April

    Quote Originally Posted by Warum View Post
    I'm joining Tao Lady's Peony Parade with L'Eclat d'Arpege which I got for lilac and kept because of peony!
    Right now I'm smelling like fresh lemon leaves with a touch of bitter peel, but I promise you that in about an hour I will be smelling like red peonies we grew in our front yard when we lived in St. Louis. With their regal aromatic heads down to the ground, they invited ants to crawl in by their sweet smell. I can see and feel this yard buzzing with the smells and sounds of Spring!
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  3. SotD Thursday 29 April

    Quote Originally Posted by kumquat View Post

    Algernon Talmage

    Annick Goutal -
    Eau de Camille

    Perfect for this quiet spring day,
    mock-orange and ivy twine through the dappled light.
    Wrens busily rearrange their new nests.
    The scent of a fresh beginning.

    Eau de Camille Notes;
    Ivy, privet, honeysuckle, seringa, cut grass
  4. Ballad of the Ladies of Times Past

    Nostalgia is a big deal. It's almost an industry. People spend a lot of time reliving imagined ideal times, searching for reminiscences of things that exist now no longer in the external world, but only in memory.

    Even on Basenotes, one reads laments on the disappearance of Gucci Nobile, deep grief and mourning over the passing of Patou pour Homme, wild enthusiasm over hints and rumors of the revival of Houbigant Fougère Royale. Are these our "ladies of
    times past"?
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    Updated 4th May 2010 at 05:13 AM by JaimeB

    Categories
    The Art of Perfumery , Personal Reflections
  5. Absence of Memory

    Okay, the days go much faster as we grow older. Or so it seems.
    Lately I have been pondering about the earliest 'Scents' that I can remember.
    Was it the smell of ozone after my first childhood thunderstorm?
    The salt air blowing through the windows of my Father's car when we were approaching the Jersey shore?
    My mother's perfume?
    The absence of my memory in this area has troubled me greatly.

    After weeks of mind sieves and tainted memories, the ...