In The Great Gatsby, Daisy Buchanan is always looking for the longest day of the year, and then missing it, but in my case, it’s the shortest day of the year I look for and generally miss. All cases of seasonal blues aside, this is the time of year loved by firelight and candlelight aficionados, that includes me, and my close associate the cat, who never saw a warm surface she wouldn’t nestle onto.
To go with all this man made illumination I enjoy cozy perfumes with something like a gourmand note. Please notice this isn’t a gourmand. That’s a different matter, and while I like gourmands, I don’t own any. Continue reading