Wednesday, January 16, 2013
In the last few days, I've worn Estee Lauder Azuree, vintage Rochas Femme, Imaginary Authors Bull's Blood, Imaginary Authors l'Orchidee Terrible, and Indult Tihota. And sniffed Estee Lauder Youth Dew.
But I don't seem to be perfume-wordy. I can say that I'm glad that I didn't spend a bazillion dollars on a full bottle of Tihota back when it was available; it turns out that I am indeed disenchanted with it, and find it to be merely Perfectly Nice. And I'm not sorry that I bought a bottle of Azuree. I also bought a bottle of Youth Dew, because... OK, I don't know why. I just did. New, but in the pseudo-vintage blue bottle. I'll babble about both of them one of these days.
See, I'm just posting about perfume because it's been a few days. A few days in which I've been sleeping a lot and eating too much fried chicken. That sounds like I'm depressed, but I think it's just adjustment to winter, because I don't have that "Bleah. Why bother?" feeling. Instead, it's more, "Crispy skin and naps! Yay!"
That is all.
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