Monday, May 3: Weather is warm, with a lot of humidity in the air from last night’s rain (which we really needed). SOTMorning: Coty Paris, vintage but of unknown concentration. This is what I was expecting from Soivohle’ Lilacs and Roses: rose, jasmine, and lilac, with a lightly powdery, sweet aura. Would smell wonderful on a handkerchief. SOTEvening: Coty Emeraude, vintage pdt. I love it.
Tuesday, May 4: Hot. Laundry drying on the clothesline. SOTD: Dior J’Adore L’Absolu again, which is the way the original J’Adore should have smelled.
Wednesday, May 5: Warm again. SOTD: Rochas Tocadilly. I can’t figure this thing out, and I’m going to have to wear it again to decide what I think of it. It’s pleasant, but… weird. So is That Slut Tocade, for that matter, although the two don’t smell alike.
SOTE: Parfums DelRae Amoureuse, because the black locust trees are blooming. Gorgeous.
Thursday, May 6: SOTD: Amoureuse again. I’m thinking I need a decant of this. A small one, because it’s amazingly potent. One drop from the sample vial, and I’m good for four hours. Two drops, and you can smell me from three yards away. Sprayed? Ahahaha. Not going there.
SOTE: Penhaligon’s Amaranthine, because I had only worn it previously in chilly wet December weather, and now it’s warm – 85 F today and no breeze. On the blogs everyone’s going on about how it “blooms in the heat” and “does a lap dance” and gets all “tantric.” Well, not on me, apparently. No smut at all, no sweatiness, just warm skin and green banana peel and tropical flowers and milk. It’s not even anywhere near the level of Victoria’s Secret tap pants and bustier, much less anything that would earn it an X rating. I might give it a PG-13, maybe. On the other hand, it’s not very humid today and that might make a difference.
Friday, May 7: Warm, again. SOTD: Amoureuse, again. 🙂
Saturday, May 8: Morning was fairly warm, and I put on Labyrinthe Libertin – nice fresh green cologney thing. We bought veggies to set out in the garden, although we’ll be waiting for the traditional Tenth-of-May Cold Spell to pass before planting them. Went to a birthday party for my cousin’s little boys today; the twins turned four.
It was nice to see my parents and the nephew I call Doodlebug. I have three, and one niece: The CEO’s sister has a boy (Curiosity) and a girl (Primrose), my sister has a boy (Doodlebug), and my brother now has a little boy (Chopper D, because of his baby teeth coming in early) as well. Which means that Bookworm is the only granddaughter on my side… poor thing.
Sunday, May 9: Been married to The CEO for 18 years now. And it’s Mother’s Day. (I suppose you could say that the one led to the other, couldn’t you?) SOTD: Cuir de Lancome, because The CEO likes it. I wear a shocking number of different fragrances, some of which he notices and some of which he doesn’t. Of the ones he does notice, some of them he likes and some he takes an immediate, ineradicable dislike to. Cuir he notices. “Is that the one I gave you for Valentine’s Day?” is what he always asks. “I have good taste.” That’s a pretty clear indication that he does, indeed, like it.
My children cooked me breakfast – Bookworm made French toast, Gaze made microwave bacon and cut up strawberries, and Taz set the table after turning on the coffeemaker. Sweet of them.
And we are getting the tenth-of-May cold spell: it frosted Sunday night. We brought the tomato plants in. Should be warmer soon.
Image is Sammlerstucke parfum by parfumgott at flickr. This flickr user always has the most amazing images – check out the humongous Dune factice and the little set of classic Guerlain extraits in a white box near the front: Shalimar, either L’Heure Bleue or Mitsouko, and Chamade. There’s a partially-hidden boxed set of Chanel parfums, too. I’m going to pretend I don’t even see that huge “Black XS” bottle. And since I don’t know who Betty Barclay is, I’ll pretend I don’t see that factice either while I lust over that little bottle of Sortilege (it’s there, trust me).