Monday, May 10: Yep, it’s the traditional chilly May Tenth Cold Spell. Brrr. SOTD: nothing. I know, that’s terrible. It’s been quite busy around here, I left for work late, I didn’t get around to snagging a sample out of my purse, I… I just didn’t. On the other hand, it’s nice to have a scent-free day once in a while; it makes me appreciate the scented ones more.
Tuesday, May 11: Rainy and chilly again, 60F. SOTD: PdN Le Temps d’une Fete. Which I love. Which you all probably know by now that I love. One of the nicest things about it is that it has a nice balance between cool and warm, so that it is a fragrance that could be worn all year round. I seem to love it less in winter, when I want ambery-spicy-woody things, but no matter. It does stand up to cold, probably because there’s a good slug of sandalwood and a bit of nice, green, aged-to-smooth patchouli in there.
Wednesday, May 12: A little warmer, thank goodness. SOTD: Givenchy III. Which I admit, philistine that I am, that I find to be just hideous. I’m thinking Lon Chaney as The Phantom of the Opera. I am fairly annoyed at its champion Luca Turin. What GIII smells like to me is the bottom part of vintage Jolie Madame, sans the florals that make JM wearable for me, or possibly the bottom half of L’Arte di Gucci, without the gorgeous neon rose. Yeah-yeah-fine, so the list of notes for GIII includes lovely things like rose and hyacinth… I don’t smell them. All I get is patchouli, oakmoss, something herbal (coriander? sage?), and some dirty leather and castoreum. Gah. More confirmation that I need a lot of florals in my chypres to make them palatable for me.
SOTE: Balmain Ivoire. Took the boys to baseball practice/scrimmage, finished up the review of Amoureuse that’s been languishing incomplete on my laptop, and snagged a pizza for supper. (Hey, no kvetching about balanced diets; we had green beans and apples too.) As we were leaving the ballpark, I passed two elderly women and an older man coming in together, clearly there to watch a grandchild’s baseball practice. The women were wearing, I’m not kidding here, pink polyester pantsuits, and one of them was wafting some killah Opium sillage. I had to chuckle. Especially since I was going in the opposite direction as the tsunami of Opium…
Thursday, May 13: In the low 80s F today, but cloudy. SOTD: MH Jasmin Vert, probably the last of this lovely little sample. I’ve enjoyed it immensely yet don’t feel compelled to make a purchase, and maybe that’s what I ought to be shooting for anyway – the ability to smell something and enjoy it, and feel no avarice toward it. Very Zen, that. Which is not very much Me, to be honest; I tend to feel too much responsibility for stuff.
And my boss gave all employees a “business was great in April” $50 bonus this week, which I wasn’t expecting (nice guy, my boss). I think half of it will be set aside for an Aedes gift certificate – for me, natch, because I am saving up for a purchase of Septimanie Pavillons des Fleurs… I think. OTOH, I do not need more perfume. (I do not need more perfume, I do not need more perfume… repeat mantra as needed, Mals…)
Friday, May 14: Hot and sticky today – it was 72F at 9:15 this morning, and gonna get hotter. The cool iris-y satin of Silences is just right. The mercury eventually got up to 89F.
Saturday, May 15: Hot again. We spent most of the day at the local “sports complex,” which is also a park. There’s an outdoor pool which opens the last weekend of May, four baseball/softball fields, three basketball courts, two tennis courts, and three soccer fields, and a paved half-mile track that runs around the baseball fields. There’s also a gazebo, two large sheltered picnic areas, charcoal grills, a really nice playground, a wooded area that the Boy Scouts use for their campfires, some dirt hiking trails, and a sandy area for horseshoes. Not to mention that there are (this is so important!) three small buildings containing toilets. Taz had a practice and Gaze had a doubleheader, both games of which his team lost… badly. Gaze managed to steal three bases* in one inning, and yet did not score.
*If the catcher doesn’t catch the last strike – if it goes past him and lands in the dirt, and he has to scramble around and catch it, the batter is allowed to run to first base. Gaze struck out, but the catcher didn’t catch the ball, so Gaze took off for first and beat the throw, because he is a speedy little dude. Then he stole second, and then third… and got stranded there when the next two batters struck out as well. Sigh. It’s going to be a long season.
SOTD: AG Grand Amour edt, which I bought unsniffed at an online discounter and now rather regret, even though it was very cheap. I wonder if my bottle wasn’t kept well, because it starts out just lovely, reminiscent of Chamade – and then goes extremely faint. I’ve been satisfied with my other purchases from this seller, so maybe it’s just me.
Sunday, May 16: Muggy. Warm. Then in the afternoon we finally got some rain, which we desperately needed. SOTD: Crown Bouquet, which has yet to disappoint me. I’m so glad I bought that one unsniffed!
Image is Anna’s Perfume Collection from perfumolatrasvip at Flickr.