Ever smelled a fruity oriental? If you have, drop a comment saying which one. Because I have to say, it’s kind of a new one on me, though I have the sneaking suspicion that something else in my collection falls into the same category.
We went yardsaling this past weekend, my beloved and I, and . . . → Read More: Yard sale finds: smoky fruit
I don’t think I’ve ever been so wiped BEFORE I began a Sniffa. What with the being sick, the medicine for being sick (I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: health care sucks, and the only thing worse than health care is lack of health care), plus Harleycat undergoing a bout of emergency . . . → Read More: Standout Snorts from Sniffa first day
Balenciaga Paris – opens with a blast of orris – not a good start, iris is not my favorite thing. Dries down quickly to something with faint white flowers and a touch of the least bitter citrus I’ve ever smelled – to compare it to Tang would be belittling and it shouldn’t be belittled, it’s . . . → Read More: Paris and a garden on the roof; quick tries
It’s been a very busy month. VERY busy. And an old back injury is flaring up, making it a bit tough, sometimes, to do much more than lie still and remember the good old days when sitting up suddenly didn’t make me scream involuntarily.
I want to relax. I want luxury. I want peace. I . . . → Read More: Some jasmine, some wine and a painkiller, please