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.
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.