Scent Diary, Dec. 11-17, 2017

A favorite poster from a concert years ago (1991 or 1992, if memory serves). Poster is leaning against the wall so its proportions appear odd in this pic.

Monday, Dec. 11: Still chilly (good! I like a cold December even though The CEO keeps saying things like, “We could move to Kauai”). Second community chorus concert this evening, which went well but the space is not as excellent as the one we performed in yesterday so the Sunday concert was better. SOTD was Iris Poudre again. Aldehydes are good in cold weather. They sparkle.

Tuesday, Dec. 12: Colder. NST’s community project for Friday this week is, “Wear a fragrance with an animal in the name,” but I’m just not feelin’ it. I do have at least samples of a few*, but frankly I can’t be bothered right now. SOTD is golden-rosy incense Parfum Sacre.
* Zoologist Nightingale, Cartier Panthere (the old ’80s stuff, not the new), Hanae Mori “Butterfly,” and  Kenzo Jungle L’Elephant.

It started to snow in the afternoon, and it kept snowing: a slick, wet snow that was halfway to sleet, the most dangerous kind to drive in. The CEO and I went to the Farm Bureau Christmas dinner held at the Draper Mercantile**, and I was glad to see Taz driving in safely from track practice right before we left. While we were at dinner, though, Bookworm called to tell us that she was stopped on the road behind traffic. Before leaving work, she’d checked the VDOT traffic website, which showed accidents and delays on I-81 between work and home, so she took US 11 instead. However, delay after delay — as we found out later, an accident followed by police stopping traffic for the salt trucks to put down salt — kept her on the road for four and a half hours, fully four hours longer than it should have taken in ideal conditions and two hours longer than it would have taken her to go Interstate. She finally dragged herself in the door at 9:30 p.m., starving but safe.

** The Merc, once a country store and post office in rural Draper, VA, has become a gem of country dining, with the influence of Chef T (who might be familiar to you as runner-up of Gordon Ramsay’s Hell’s Kitchen Season 14) bringing upscale twists on classic southern dishes. I love eating Chef T’s food.

Wednesday, Dec. 13: Still cold, but the snow has begun to melt off. School was out, so Taz and I drove to Roanoke to help my parents decorate for Christmas. A nice day. SOTD was Amouage Lyric Woman. I only have about 3 mls left of a 15ml decant, so I haven’t been wearing Lyric much lately. Probably a mistake, since decants often seem to deteriorate due to the increased presence of air in the bottle. I should use it up, right? It’s really good, but I doubt I would buy any more.

Thursday, Dec. 14: Snow completely gone. SOTD is Parfum Sacre again, delicious and comforting. It’s truly the only Caron I’ve ever loved. Aimez-Moi was nice, but it had this powdery vanilla in it I can only describe as “flat,” and after some time it wore on my nerves. The old classic Carons I don’t get at all, at all. Probably that old Mousse de Saxe; I don’t love it.

The CEO brought home a tree, a very nice Frasier fir. We’ve put it in the corner of the living room and not in the foyer this time. Enjoyed decorating with Bookworm.

Friday, Dec. 15: Still chilly, and it was blowing snow early on. The CEO gave an exam today; he’s got one to administer on Tuesday and then he’s done teaching until mid-January. SOTD is spicy Kenzo Jungle L’Elephant. For some reason, in my mind this scent is a warm burgundy. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to last very long on me: maybe 3 hours from a generous dab. Seems like I remember it lasting longer on prior wearings.

Gaze called at lunchtime to tell me that he was done with his final exams and he needed to be out of his dorm pretty soon, so we made arrangements with The CEO (still in his office across campus) to bring Gaze home. YAY, THE BOY IS HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!! Hunter went mad with excitement.

Taz at Lord Botetourt HS Polar Bear Meet. (That’s a tarp, not snow.) Photo by Melissa Boone, cropped.

Saturday, Dec. 16: It has warmed up considerably, into the middle 40sF. Lucky thing, too, because Taz had a Polar Bear meet (one held outside during indoor track season) today. He PR’ed in the 3200m (11:07.80) and in the 1000m (3:09.86), but did not qualify for the regional meet. The CEO expects he will by the end of the season.

Bookworm and I did errands, and we cleaned up a bit and prepared for Sunday. Gaze had to go back to campus to play with the pep band for a women’s basketball game.

No SOTD today. I’m in quasi-mourning. I heard recently that Kafkaesque was bemoaning the current state of Teo Cabanel Alahine, which if you remember is a darling of mine in winter (despite my not being much of an amber fan at all, at all) and is — or, rather, was a glorious cacophony of golden bells, a joyful noise of ylang-ylang, rose, allspice berry and amber. Apparently it’s been reformulated, and disastrously so, which is definitely an occurrence to bemoan.

Before you send me blithely off to eBay, think again: I already tried that. Four years ago, actually (right after TC changed the packaging to that ugly round metallized-plastic bottle), plus several times since, and while Teo Cabanels in general are quite difficult to find used, Alahine bottles are nigh-impossible. I still have about 45 mls left. It’ll have to do me for the next umpteen Christmases.

Sunday, Dec. 17: We went to my MIL’s church this morning to hear the cantata (very well done!), dressed up more than usual. We go to a jeans-‘n’-flannel shirt kind of church, which has its own level of comfort, but her traditional church is nice as well. SOTD was the clean, symphonic floral Hermes 24, Faubourg. Lots of orange blossom in it, which reads “nice soap” and “flowery clean” on my skin.

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Christmas 2013

Okay, so this is my house. This is my house at Christmas. As you can clearly see, it is being guarded by a demon dog with glowing eyes.rsz_dec11_jan_12_012(Okay, not really a demon. It’s our Hayley-dog. But she looks scary enough here.)

Christmas was lovely. Got to see my parents, and my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. Sunday, we had dinner with my aunts and uncles and my sister, brother-in-law, and nephew Doodlebug, who is really growing!

Got a nice little ELPH camera for Christmas so I don’t have to keep asking to borrow The CEO’s big fancy one. A nice sweater, a scarf, some books, a cute pair of sterling silver & cubic zirconia earrings, a trial size of LUSH Rose Jam shower gel, some Amouage Memoir lotion, and a 15ml bottle of Hermes Kelly Caleche EdP.  A nice haul!

I’ll be reviewing Kelly Caleche soon, the EdT as well as the EdP if I can find my sample of the EdT.

Hope everybody else who celebrates had a lovely Christmas as well.

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Update, and some lovely music

I’ve been so busy lately – what with Christmas preparations and funeral/family obligations – that I have not had time to finish any reviews.  I hope to have at least one posted next week, however. 

It will not be the new Malle scent, Portrait of a Lady.  We Did Not Get On, The Lady and I, and my decant has found a new home.  It might be the new Hermessence, Iris Ukiyoe, or one of the new Dior Collection Couturier scents, New Look 1947.  Or maybe one from DSH Perfumes.  Who knows?  At this stage I think I’d better not promise anything!

Over the next two months I will be getting back to reviewing tuberose scents.  I don’t know why cold weather calls for tuberose, but it does, at least in my world.

The CEO did hear from The Mysterious Them on Monday evening regarding the potential job: as we suspected, they decided that they really needed the experience of one of the other candidates instead of The CEO’s writing and public speaking skills, although it seems to have been a difficult decision, narrowing down from five applicants to The CEO and the guy they eventually hired.  I think I had better not identify Them, except to say that this was a political staffer position. 

Has The CEO ever held a political job? No.  After a stellar college career, a stint as a Governor’s Fellow, and his Fulbright scholarship, he came home to run the family farm, and then a few years ago he became an instructor of agricultural economics at the nearby university.  He’s also been an Eisenhower Fellow in recent years, so he’s not your average farmer (Agricultural Industry Professional, as he likes to call it).  But no political experience.  (Yet.)

He’s bummed.  I’m bummed too, especially since I think he feels his skills are going to waste raising cows, and he’s ready for a career change.  But it’s possible that opportunities may arise out of this setback, too.

And now, for your listening pleasure, I share with you my mother’s favorite Christmas music: Pietro Yon’s lovely carol Gesu Bambino, sung here (in English) by the incomparable Jessye Norman.  I know I shared this one on the blog last year, but for me it’s not Christmas without Gesu Bambino.  Enjoy!

Edit:  please note that you will have to click twice on the video to see it, and it will actually take you directly to Youtube.  (This worked more easily with Google Blogger last year.)  Sorry.  Anyway, it’s well worth hearing, five minutes’ worth of beautiful.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KofyH-B_NeA]

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