Jasmine-y JALA by Lea St. Barth
Ambre Sultan again.
It’s thought that people who hope too much will just waste their life away and never get down to doing any real work. They’re confusing Hope with Wish, its lazy cousin... When Wish whispers, “Something is just around the corner,” what comes or not is never what was wished for. When Hope whispers “Something is just around the corner,” something always is. -- Charlie Elberson
Scent of the warm sunny day: inexpilcably for me it was Apres L'Ondee. It is wonderful, but I have to use a lot of it to keep it anywhere near me after the first 10 minutes on my skin. Unfortunately it stings me and leaves a slight rash. Guerlain lovers might baulk at this, but I'd rather spray it on my sheets than on my skin. I must find a way to wear it better.
Scent of the cold evening: Musc Ravageur for comfort.
I can't be the only one standing in front of a lot of bottles, feeling like an idiot , unable to decide. It's gonna be Patou 1000 or Chanel Bois des Iles.
At least last night was easy, Poivre was too good to scrub off for bed so I just added more.
Czech & Speake No.88
Aw, heck. I missed the joke page.
Sorry, Grant. I would've been fooled cuz I forgot what day it is.
Brotha G: No scent for me either! A rare, rare occasion.
I wiped off some surfaces with rubbing alcohol, large amounts of rubbing alcohol, and everything smelled bitter for the rest of the day. My mouth tasted bitter, too.
I think the fumes must have caused it.
I will not do that again under any circumstances.
Beware! Rubbing alcohol and Clorox are evil.
Serge Lutens' A La Nuit. I love it.
Jasmine from India, Egypt, and Morocco; green shoots; honey; clove; benzoin; and musk. Simply divine.
For this evening B&BW grapefruit Pink Grapefruit spray and lotion under a few spritzes of Pamplelune...but maybe fragonard's Eau Fantasque would have been better.
Chopard Casmir for the evening again -- the whole bedroom still smells nicely after I applied it liberally last night. DH is grilling dinner on the patio, and I am enjoying my vanilla after the 10 hour day at work. Need to go invent something for a vegetable to go with his brisket!
Flower Le Parfum
In her bottled up is a woman peppery as curry,
a yam of a woman of butter and brass,
compounded of acid and sweet like a pineapple,
like a handgrenade set to explode,
like goldenrod ready to bloom.
—from "The Woman in the Ordinary" by Marge Piercy