Hi, and welcome to the site! You’ll find my musings here, ranging from perfume to family to novels, with a smattering of religion, parenting, gardening, cooking, and what-have-you. (Okay, it’s mostly what-have-you. What did you expect?)
Edit, 3/16/15: If you’d like to quote from any item published on the blog, please either make it a brief quote (two sentences or so), or request permission. Unless you’re clearly content-lifting, I’ll probably say yes. If you quote at all, please attribute the quote to this blog and include a link. All material published here is mine, and copyrighted as of the publish date.
I don’t make any money from this blog, and I don’t do paid reviews. Occasionally I will be sent samples and/or bottles of perfume from manufacturers, but I don’t guarantee that my review will be favorable, or even that I will write one. Most of the time I buy my own samples; in cases where I have been provided the sample, I’ll say so.
I’m a woman in her mid-40’s, married, with three children; I live on a beef cattle farm in Southwest Virginia. I’ve always lived within 300 miles of here, with occasional journeys to as far away as Poland, New Zealand, Australia, Czechoslovakia, Lake Tahoe, Maine, Austria, Vermont, Montreal, Malta, Rome and Hawaii.
I work part-time doing books at our local auto parts store. I’m now staying home to work on writing a novel. I sing with a local community chorus for fun.
I like cats and pools; I don’t like snakes, rude people, or swimming in lakes. I love Jesus, my family, a good tomater sammich with real mayonnaise, beef vegetable soup, Mozart, Crowded House, used perfume bottles from eBay, crunchy autumn leaves, marching bands, sledding, and blooming redbud trees. My ceilings have dusty cobwebs on them, but I like to iron.
I have a BS in Business Administration and a minor in Accounting, but I wish I’d done a BA in American Literature. I write this blog because a) it’s fun and b) my family is showing distinct signs of their lack of appreciation for perfume. The perfume reviews you’ll find here are about 93-96% likely to be geared feminine, because That’s What I Wear.
Mals is not my real name. It’s a messed-up version of the acronym for a long fantasy title my college friends gave me, when we were all deep in the throes of The Belgariad and The Malloreon, by David Eddings (yeah, we’re THAT old). I will not be releasing my real name on the blog, or the real names of my family members, for safety reasons. The CEO is my husband. Bookworm’s my daughter; my sons are Gaze and Taz. My niece is Primrose, and my nephews are Curiosity, Doodlebug, and Choppers D. Bookworm’s former boyfriend is referred to as PETBoy, short for Pretty Eyed Trumpet Boy.
You may contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Comments on the blog are welcome, but please be courteous (see the comment policy for more detail). If you email me with a personal question or comment I’ll probably reply, but please don’t expect me to begin an immediate and detailed back-and-forth email correspondence. I much prefer friendships, even cyber ones, to develop over time.
All of my most favoritest bottles are pictured in this photo. In case you’d like to know what they are, I’ll identify them for you here. Front row, left to right: Ferre 20, Chanel No. 5 parfum (the Stunning Vintage Bottle I’ve mentioned several times). Second row, l-r: Teo Cabanel Alahine, Cuir de Lancome, Parfums de Nicolai Le Temps d’une Fete, Crown Perfumery Crown Bouquet, Mariella Burani edt. Third row: Mary Greenwell Plum, vintage Coty Emeraude parfum de toilette, Serge Lutens La Myrrhe, Caron Parfum Sacre, L’Arte di Gucci. (My grandmother painted the roses on the china plate, and her grandfather made the nightstand, which is now scarred and waterstained but a treasured piece of furniture.) As of 2014, I’d add Amouage Memoir Woman to the list of favorites, but I can’t be bothered to get all the bottles out again to take another picture. (Lazy.)