Speaking of no holes barred orgies, I suppose that sooner or later I shall have to divulge what went down in that drawer. Tight lipped, proper and angular Jicky, now hosting that drop-in austrian trouble maker, with results varying by the day, has not moved from her spot in the corner: The Jicky Hotel has since been depleted of another 3.5ml of its inhabitants which are funneled into the sleek and modern-mobile Georg Jensen Bullet vapo that, over the years, has dispensed liters and liters of Jicky extract onto my neck and wrists. What happened was this: Before checking in to the Jicky Hotel, said Austrian trouble maker secretly left outside an enormous coffin, all covered in lace, hoping Jicky wouldn't notice: Jicky, meanwhile, feels she is just going through a teutonic phase: She's enjoying it, though she imagines that she probably won't make a habit of that tiny drop of en avion. An interesting experiment, though. It will go down in history as her "drug phase." This giant coffin, on the other hand, when opened, reveals a lyre stoppered bottle of Bal a Versailles extract. When the lyre is lifted, the crystal dauber slipped in and applied to the wrist of the usually cool-as-a-cucumber leMDM, all Hell breaks loose, and Jicky, even while hosting her passing fancy, is somewhat appalled: Bal a Versailles? Really?
You're going to leave me for her? After all these years? And for such a brazen tart? Are you mad? These are the cries that can be heard when the stopper is uncorked and the georg jensen bullet vapo is refilled. LeMDM continues to go about his days wearing Jicky, yet as soon as night falls he's slinking over to the drawer, extracting the coffin, dabbing his wrists with this strange brew, and smoking it like opium. Does anybody here have insights as to how/why such a strange and brazen comp would fascinate leMDM to this extent, leaving him in a kind of trance? Here's what's in the works: Anybody with an opinion, do comment: Mouchoir de Monsieur edt, liberally applied all over, with Bal a Versailles extract dabbed on pulse points: The show starts on All Saints Day. Does anybody have any thoughts about this? I've read all of the threads/reviews on both Mouchoir de Monsieur and Bal a Versailles, but none seem to make the connection: The tiny bit of vintage Mouchoir de Monsieur extract I have seemingly trapped for eternity in a ground glass stoppered 60ml bee bottle was so similar to this....so similar yet, somehow, so radically different....but for some strange reason I think I almost prefer Bal a Versailles (to the vintage Mouchoir de Monsieur extract, which, as it appears, I will never get to as I've tried EVERYTHING to get it uncorked) Am I going mad? Someone phoned a few hours ago: I've been in bed ailing, bored witless. "What are you doing?" they asked. "Watching the Original Norma Shearer "Marie Antoinette" and snorting 'Bal a Versailles'" I said. What next?