Wednesday, Mar. 31: Warm and windy. It really is spring – the daffodils are fully bloomed, and even my hyacinths are popping up. SOTD: testing Sinfonia di Note Toujours Verte. It’s not exactly “Always Green” – what it smells like, after the soft green notes of the opening, is rice-steam/ suede/ soft musk/ maybe some iris?? sort of like Prada Infusion d’Iris and KenzoAmour made a baby. If it were a color, it would be a sort of pale, restful purple-gray. Interesting. I don’t think it’s something I’ll crave wearing, though. SOTE: Ines de la Fressange, the early Calice Becker one in the hexagonal-sided bottle. If this one were a color, it would be a beautiful deep salmon-pink – a little peachier than the color I typed it in, but about that saturated. It’s a happy sort of smell, but turns out March is too early to get Ines out of the cabinet. I think it’s strictly a summer fragrance for me.
Thursday, April 1: Weather is hot, sunny, and beautiful. What a change from only a few weeks ago (and I’d better be careful, lest I jinx it)! SOTD: testing Le Prince Jardinier Labyrinthe Libertin – a unisex aromatic green scent composed by Pierre Bourdon. Really, really nice light stuff. Sometimes a green scent can be more floral than I want – I desperately wished for the juicy, sharp crushed-leaves opening of Crown Bouquet to go on and on, although I do love the gentle white florals that follow – and frequently, the aromatic greens can be considerably more citrusy than I want (Miller et Bertaux’ Green, green, green & green springs to mind here). But this is just a pleasant green smell. This is a version of cologne that I could wear.
Friday, April 2: Another warm one, 82 F. SOTD: testing LesNez The Unicorn Spell. Wow, this is really pretty – less green and more violetty than I had thought, and as far as violets go, on a par with Penhaligon’s Violetta, perfectly balanced between purple and green. Only lasts about two hours, but I think that might be par for the course for mostly-violet scents. They seem to burn off quickly. SOTE: Caron Aimez-Moi, another violet. This one lasts a good bit longer, because of the vanilla and heliotrope in the base. A cheerful scent.
Saturday, April 3: Still warm! Some time soon, the novelty is going to wear off… but it hasn’t yet. And I’m a bit annoyed at the dog: late last summer we took a two-day vacation to attend a Red Sox game in Baltimore, so we left Hayley the beagle-lab mix outside, thinking she’d be happier there than cooped up in the laundry room. My MIL came over to feed, water, and pet Hayley twice a day. But Hayley, at some point, raked open the screens with her claws, obviously hoping to get in via window.
So the screens are completely ruined (or as they say around here, plum rurnt), gashed from stem to stern, totally unusable. The CEO took them down after the destruction, cursing under his breath – Hayley is his dog, and he’s her Favorite Person – and the screens have been sitting in the farm shop all winter, unrepaired because we’d just had them fixed earlier in the summer, and he was annoyed about doing it again. We sweltered last night, even though the screens on the back of the house are fine and I had those windows open. I’m going to take them down to the hardware store myself, if I have to. If we’re going to have a dog (and to be honest she’s mostly terrific), we just have to deal with the occasional destructive Act of Dog by repairing the damage and then training her a little better.
SOTD: testing another oldie-I’ve-never-smelled, Paco Rabanne Calandre. This is a vintage micro-mini, and I think it’s damaged, because it’s just naaaasty. It’s all soap – you know, like the soap you find in the absolutely-filthy, only-because-I’m-desperate gas station bathroom. So this tiny bottle must be in bad shape, because no review I can find mentions gas station bathroom soap. I’m disappointed. Had to spritz some Balmain Ivoire to cover up what (real) soap wouldn’t remove.
Sunday, Apr. 4, Easter (and Baseball Opening Day, too): It’s been a looooong day, with church and family stuff. I won’t bore you with the details, except to mention the absolutely fabulous lamb leg steaks. Delicious. SOTD: Frederic Malle Lys Mediterranee, from a sample. Realistic lily for sure, which was especially nice given that our church isn’t much interested in flowers and traditional churchy decor, and there were only three small Easter lilies on display today. Usually I like it that this church is much more focused on essentials than on appearances, but occasionally I get nostalgic for the church trappings of my childhood, like masses of lilies, and people dressed in their best out of respect. Ah well… that was then, and this is now. Now is, by and large, better.
The Red Sox beat the Yankees, 9-7. The CEO rejoiced. The kids had had to go to bed in the fifth inning, when it looked dire, so they were really glad to hear the news. (I managed not to roll my eyes while they were looking at me.)
Monday, Apr. 5: Taz broke his glasses. Again. SOTD: Crown Bouquet,which helped some when I had to buy new frames. Again. Then I took Bookworm shopping for running clothes and shirts for school, after which she wanted to redeem her Christmas gift cards to Barnes & Noble. She bought a new Bible to replace her little-kid version, and a Far Side Gallery. (None of this was my idea, I swear…)
Tuesday, Apr. 6: A hot one today, 90 F!! Wasn’t it about a month ago that we had snow? Feels like we’ve raced through spring in a quarter of the usual time, and I’m a bit disappointed. I like it when spring unfolds gradually. I mean, if this is all the spring weather I’m going to get, I’ll take it and be grateful, but this one is probably way down on the list of Beautiful Springs of My Lifetime. SOTMorning: Christian Celle Calypso Chevrefeuille, which did not work out like I’d hoped. It’s cloying, and I got what my mother used to call “a sick headache.” I had to wash this off. SOTRest of the Day: Ivoire de Balmain parfum, which is softer and less biting than the edt, although I find the edt lovely now that I get along with moss.
I mowed the grass for the first time this season. Wonder why it is that the smell of fresh-cut grass is almost universally loved? You could typically find just as many people who love, say, the smell of lilies as who just hate the smell. But grass? Everybody loves cut grass. And baking bread, and line-dried sheets…
Oh, and the Dreaded Yanks won the game, 6-4. (The CEO’s prediction is that the Red Sox will get their lunch eaten by Yankees allll season. He’d love to be wrong.)
Image is Perfumes – green line from Erica 633 at flickr.com.