Mals over at The Muse in Wooden Shoes recently noticed that she was experiencing a completely uncharacteristic craving for chypres. The ones she had a yen for were not just any old chypres, but ones with a bite, a stinging edge of tartness- well, you can see what she meant here.
I commented and noticed while doing so that I no longer had any real chypres left in my scent wardrobe. This was a surprise because all my adult life, I’ve worn chypres. There was a furlough when I was first married, and another while we expecting our daughter, but aside from those two periods yours truly has always been the Chypre Queen and an oakmoss junkie. Continue reading