The temperature finally rose, our teeth are no longer chattering hard enough to shake the fillings out, and outdoors it is a comparatively banana belt 36 degrees (fahrenheit). Thank heavens for upper air movements.
I’ve stuck to my resolution not to wear anything but florals all week, and have ended up pleased with the effect. No heavy ambers, no gourmands, no complicated orientals, not even any leathers. This week was florals and nothing but florals, most of them white.
It ended up being a bit of a Krigler fest because my self discipline failed and I bought another set of samples and went a bit hog wild with them. Then too, the savvy people at Krigler enclosed a few freebies and I got to try Splendid Gold and Chateau Krigler as well.
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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
If you watched the riding events this last summer at the Olympics, you will have noticed a continuing trend in horses’ names, their length. In all of the events there were horses who had monikers that would have done justice to a Bourbon prince, things like Millthyme Corolla, or Oscarina du Chanois, or the truly polysyllabic Gazelle de la Brasserie or Lully des Aulnes, or even Apollo van Wendi Kurt Hoeve.
Then there was a horse ridden by the German Gold Medalist Michael Jung named: Sam. Continue reading