Bookworm making drum major.
Gaze and his cousin Curiosity both making it to the Virginia National Geographic Bee.
Taz turning 12.
The Hunger Games novel series, which I read with Bookworm this year.
Our church (located half an hour’s drive away) spinning off a new church plant in our town.
Making progress on two novels.
The investment in bull semen (oh, honey, do not even ask me, seriously, do not, because you don’t want to know, you truly don’t) that paid off beyond what we expected.
As for perfume, however, I feel like I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel.
Well, okay, I did enjoy L’Artisan’s Seville a L’Aube, and Denyse Beaulieu’s book detailing the fragrances inspiration and progress. And the three Neela Vermeire scents – Bombay Bling, Mohur, and Trayee – are lovely, and I hope to review them soon even though everybody else has already done so. Sonoma Scent Studio Forest Walk was not much my style but very nice; SSS Nostalgie suited me much better, and if I hadn’t won a bottle of Tableau de Parfums Miriam last year I’d have wanted one of Nostalgie (the two are not twins, but share a vintage feeling and some very similar notes). Micallef Ylang in Gold (review forthcoming) is also very pleasant. I haven’t reviewed Parfums de Nicolai Musc Intense, but that’s nice too.
Regarding mainstream releases – well, I liked Viktor & Rolf Spicebomb. And I liked L’eau de Chloe.
I went overboard anticipating Serge Lutens‘ new gardenia, Une Voix Noire, and jumped in on a split of it, only to find that while I think it’s good (and yeah, that’s another one I need to review), it does not really speak to me, much less sing in a sultry nightclub voice. And I am STILL slavering over the idea of an updated Jacomo Silences, but apparently it is only sold in a few locations in the US and nobody seems to have samples, so I have not smelled it yet. Arrrgh.
(Jacomo, I’m DYING here. Seriously: work on your US distribution, please. Please. And think about packaging up some samples, willya? I mean, c’mon, even Lutens does that. Amouage does that.)
On the other hand, I did have some wonderful scented experiences. I enjoyed Alyssa Harad’s wonderful book, Coming to My Senses (oh, great, there’s ANOTHER thing I have neglected to review). And I explored two genres of fragrances that I’d previously only dabbled in and declared “Not Me” – incense and orange blossom – and found them to be “Sometimes Me.”
I have decided that I will not focus on the disappointments and tragedies and frustrations of 2012; I will merely be glad to see it go as I wish everyone an enjoyable New Year’s Eve.
So long, 2012. Don’t let the screen door hit you in the butt on the way out, okay?