- I hear that Tubereuse Criminelle is going export. Bwahaha. Except, I spent a lot of time resigning myself to spending a lot of money for half an ounce in a bell jar from The Perfumed Court. I sort of crave that bell jar now.
- Don't I recall that Les Exclusifs were coming out in less ridiculously large bottles, right about the time I stopped buying? I do love Cuir de Russie.
- I just read a review of Serge Lutens Jeaux de Peau, and I want to smell it. Vitriol d'Oeillet, not so much.
- I wore Eau de Pfefferneusse (aka Parfume Generale Un Crime Exotique) the other day and found it surprisingly suitable for summer.
- The Perfumed Court still remembers my wish list. That's dangerous.
- It would be wrong to buy Parfumerie Generale Hyperessence Matale just based on my love of L'Eau Rare Matale, right? Say right. Please.
- Bois Blond is still around. I remember when I used to worry that "limited edition" meant that I'd better hurry up.
- There are four Parfumerie Generale fragrances that I've never smelled. How could that happen?
- Bois 1920, on the other hand, apparently has nothing new. But I still love Sutra Ylang. What excuse would make a purchase excusable?
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
But I'm gardening instead.
What's wrong with me?
When six or seven o'clock rolls around, I trot over to The Farm. (Our grand name for a medium-sized vegetable garden.) I always think that I'm just going to give whatever was just planted an extra watering, and pick a few strawberries, and be home in twenty minutes. Then I find myself walking up and down the rows to see what's new. Three eggplants in development! The tiny watermelon is larger than a walnut! (Though still infinitely smaller than a watermelon.) The corn is tasseling! (Not good news, really; we wanted it to be fatter and taller before it did that.) Cucumbers are cucumbering! The tomatoes are _still_ all green! That freakish white winter squash has taken over another ten square feet!
Then I get worried about the lettuce and water it, and plan how to get it eaten before it all bolts. And then there are the beans on the far side of the row that don't get sprinkled; got to water them. And the third planting of beans and the first planting of peas and the brussels sprouts and broccoli and cauliflower and collard greens and kale are all pretty young; don't I need to hand-water every single one of them, in spite of the sprayers and the water timer that we put in to do just that? Of course I do.
And I need to stare at the zinnias and the cosmos. Flowers like to be appreciated. And I need to stare at the row that we've designated for cutting flowers and decide what perennials to plant there when the rainy season starts. And I need more compost. More more more compost!
And then the sun is going down and I frantically pick strawberries while I can still see them, and trot home. And then there's often work to do. And when there isn't work, there are seed and bulb and plant sites to read. I have to decide if it's morally wrong to grow tulips as annuals. I have to decide if double daffodils that are so freakishly doubled that they're no longer recognizable as daffodils, are a travesty. Because they're pretty, aren't they? Aren't they? If you pretend they're not daffodils?
I have to decide whether to lift all the blueberries once the rainy season starts, to acidify the soil properly. I have to pick a winter cover crop, though if I keep planting more cabbagey things I might not need to. I have to try eating sunflower buds. I haven't fried any squash blossoms yet. I need to weed the onions.
I don't have time for perfume.
What's wrong with me?
Image: Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
What, you may wonder, is with the itty bitty posts? I'm trying to get back into the blogging routine, so I've declared a temporary guideline of "post something!"
Image: By Roger McLassus. Wikimedia Commons.