Scent Diary, Sept. 25-Oct. 1, 2017

Monday, Sept. 25 – So last night I found out that my mom, who is recovering from that surgery on her spine she had earlier in the summer, fell on Saturday as she was preparing to take the cat to a vet appointment. The cat had vomited in the hall, Mom didn’t see it, her foot hit the slippery spot and down she went, first banging her shoulder into the wall and then hitting her wrist on the floor. She’s got a wrist brace and a sling as well as some pain meds; unfortunately, it’s her right arm that’s hurt.

I spent some time making food to take to her. Simple stuff: roast beef, baked chicken, macaroni and cheese, and a stew-like casserole that involves cube steak, potatoes, carrots, onions and tomatoes.  Warm day. WHERE is my fall weather??

SOTD was Dame Perfumery Narcissus, from the Soliflore collection. It’s gorgeous, if a bit short-lived, and has that lovely dirty-floral angle that narcissus often has. Funny how much I love narcissus in perfume, especially when I’ve never been all that super-enamored of the smell of the fresh blossoms, but there it is: if there’s noticeable narcissus in it, I’m pretty much going to love it. (Exceptions: Chloe Narcisse, ew, and — surprisingly — L’Artisan’s expensive limited “Harvest” edition Fleur de Narcisse, 2006, which I found underwhelming.)

Tuesday, Sept. 26 – Hot again, upper 80s F. Bookworm and I drove down and did a few things around the house with Mom. SOTD was Le Temps d’une Fete (speaking of narcissus!). Then home and cleaning up for small group Bible study.

Wednesday, Sept. 27 — HOT. Again. Now anxiously awaiting the appearance of October and October weather. I know, I know, it’s Indian summer, but 90F is Too Much Heat for September IMHO.

For my SOTD I thought of Sonoma Scent Studio Jour Ensoleille, since the Friday project at Now Smell This is skank and JE is a lovely warm dirty jasmine/orange blossom/stable kind of scent… but y’all, it’s hot. No. I wore a smidge of Smell Bent Florist’s Fridge for exactly that experience of sticking your head inside the florist’s cooler; it’s mostly just that cool-air feeling over some flowers and greenery. Smell Bent says orchid and hyacinth, but I really just get carnation plus some nonspecific floralcy. One day I’m going to layer it next to a bit of Jacomo Silences, for some rose and additional greenery.

I wrote some, completed four loads of laundry, and mowed half the yard before worship team practice.

Thursday, Sept. 28 — SOTD was DSH Perfumes Giverny in Bloom, which is a wonderful inky-green galbanum over flowers. Warm again, but not as hot as yesterday. I got the Sorento’s oil changed, hit up the post office and the Wal-Mart (water softener salt, dog food, and Gatorade), then watched “Madagascar” during lunch. I love the penguins. “Shut that guy up!”

Then mowed the rest of the grass, which may have been a mistake because I’m now having shooting pains in my pelvic area, a symptom I’ve been seeing with increasing frequency lately. Time to go see my OB-GYN, but I couldn’t get an appointment any earlier than December. Maybe I should see my GP for the pain and find out if his office could maybe get me a referral for a quicker appointment. Had to skip choir practice this evening.

Friday, Sept. 29 – Not as hot as yesterday. Started out the day in a tiny dab of Frederic Malle Musc Ravageur for NST’s Friday project (skank, which MR is only a little bit of on me), but the gingerbread-vanilla wore on my nerves as the day warmed up and I washed it off. On to Pierre de Velay Parfum Extrait No. 11, a very classic floral chypre recipe made by Roja Dove with modern ingredients. It smells a good bit like RD’s original, limited edition eau de parfum version of Diaghilev, plus a good dash of black pepper and minus Diaghilev edp’s hilariously-weird Freshly Dry-Cleaned Velvet Stage Curtain accord. (I haven’t smelled the current parfum version of Diaghilev, which right now sells for just under $1000 [not a typo, I mean a thousand dollars] for 100ml, and which is said to be significantly different from the first version created for the Victoria and Albert Museum.)

ESPN is setting up on Alumni Mall on Virginia Tech’s campus… right next to the cadet dorms… for tomorrow’s VT-Clemson game. We decided not to drive to Roanoke for the Pulaski County-Hidden Valley football game, but that only means I have to make it to the next home game this coming week. I haven’t even seen this year’s marching band show! Doesn’t matter that I don’t have a kid in it anymore. They’re all still my band kids.

Saturday, Sept. 30 – Finally cooler weather and a rare weekend without a cross-country meet. We cleaned the house; Bookworm and The CEO went hiking up Bald Knob at Mountain Lake; I made grilled lamb steaks and roast potatoes for dinner and Bookworm made an apple pie. Yummy!  SOTD was Givenchy Organza Indecence, cinnamon-vanilla wood pudding that I know from experience smells fabulous in fall.

Then we went to our pastor’s house to watch the Virginia Tech-Clemson game on the big outdoor screen near their fire pit, which was fun until the ESPN app cut out. We went inside to try ABC instead (highlight of the evening: Taz and Bookworm sitting close to watch together). We went home at halftime, and I gave up on the game after the third quarter. We hadn’t expected Tech to win, but it was pitiful, y’all. Clemson is just that good. (Final score Clemson 24, VT 10.)

Sunday, Oct. 1 – YAY OCTOBERRRRR!!! Bring on the fall weather! SOTD was more Organza Indecence since it was so nice yesterday.

Here are the HT trombones rocking out during the Hokie Walk before the game, from the HT Flickr page (click through for link), altered with my red arrow over Gaze’s head. Those are Gaze’s hands. I KNOW THOSE HANDS. In the next pic in that album, his head is up and you can see his face. I knew it was him!

I seem to spend my Sunday afternoons skimming through the most recent Highty Tighties Flickr album, looking for Gaze. I’m often able to find him in a sea of other cadets dressed the same by recognizing the shape of his head, or his slender build. Moms are like that. I have literally said to Bookworm in the past week, “Look, there’s Gaze. I know it’s him, that’s his leg,” and then been proven right by zooming in on his face in the photo.  (I admit, though, that sometimes I have to start by looking for his trombone.)

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