On the other end of my move I seem to have gotten every bottle I wanted with me intact and unharmed! Yay! There was a single mistake. Le Temps d’un Fête stayed too long on my dressing table and somehow got crammed into the pressure-cooker known as a trailer. This was most definitely My Bad as I had decided I needed to have the bottle out for whiffs to alleviate the terrors and interminable mess ups of moving, only to find that it had been packed while I made one last harried trip to the town dump.
The moral of this story is: when moving never turn your back on packers. I should know better anyhow, since the last move I made had me trudging about our then new home for a week in my bedroom slippers. Same story as the perfume, turn your attention elsewhere for five minutes and everything has disappeared (including all your shoes) without so much as a hey presto! to warn you. I’d have preferred a rabbit out of hat myself because it’s very hard to explain to the inquisitive staff at Subway why you are wearing gold brocade mules to order a cheese sub with everything.
The best part of this move was definitely the refrigerator in the basement of the new house, now dedicated to perfume and white wine. If I hadn’t had that wonderful appliance in place, the perfume would have suffered far more temperature changes. As it is I can enjoy all of my collection except for Temps, and am on tenterhooks to see what has happened to that bottle*.
On the good side, things have been a little cool here in New England this week and so I am hopeful that the perfume remains un-simmered. Had I been moving to Texas or Florida Le Temps might have reached a rolling boil.
As for perfume, summer is different here in Connecticut than in humid Jersey. Even though we’re now into July, summer hasn’t unpacked all her props here and so I have been wearing a great deal of vanilla meaning in my case a lot of Vanille Tonka and some Balkis which seemed cheery and appropriate with all the raspberries mixed in with roses.
The garden here, though, is the true glory of this house. It’s big, a big lawn which meanders down to a small pond (really more of a large puddle than a pond) but popular with the local wildlife. We have a pair of resident herons who like to come and do a bit of frog hunting in the puddle, and quite a lot of other birds as well, including orioles. I had almost forgotten what orioles looked like and had definitely forgotten their panicked flying style, similar to a dog paddling child’s first attempts at swimming.
This is certainly the house for green perfumes and for floral ones after I finally located Le Temps d’un Fête it came in for much wear as did With Pleasure. I’ll bet it’s fine for warm scents full of vanilla in winter. All in all, I could have done worse. Have you ever had disasters after moves, and what were they?
* Nothing. Le Temps was perfectly unaffected, and as a matter of fact my Hub’s two jars of allegedly Italian sour dough starter (Mario and Luigi) survived five days in the trailer as well. Miracles will never cease.