tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post1050225468608688090..comments2023-10-30T06:47:54.342-07:00Comments on Rambling Chicken: SOTD: Serge Lutens Chergui. And musty houses.Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-64810854313071391292011-03-30T22:10:44.578-07:002011-03-30T22:10:44.578-07:00Hey, Lucy! Very interesting; that sounds like a sc...Hey, Lucy! Very interesting; that sounds like a scent I'd love, but it's not what my nose makes of Chergui. :) But my nose, I must admit, is a little weird.Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-48074342734384318252011-03-07T19:32:57.296-08:002011-03-07T19:32:57.296-08:00I love the memories, but I must say, Chergui for m...I love the memories, but I must say, Chergui for me is a pale grey day with a candle burning on the waxed mahogany table. No fustiness or mustiness in sight. One of my all time faves. Goes to show doesn't it, how different we can each be in our scent associations/perceptions.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00360598590326695970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-45004096856847397712010-10-24T21:33:10.006-07:002010-10-24T21:33:10.006-07:00Hey, Mals! Oh, I love those names. I don't k...Hey, Mals! Oh, I love those names. I don't know if anyone could make them up. <br /><br />I may be misinterpreting, but it sounds like accounting for the difference in resources, both of the sides of your families loved their houses, in a way that my relatives did, and my immediate family for some reason didn't.<br /><br />In any case, I'm enjoying all of your mental pictures. :) Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-24693395840356384442010-10-24T21:28:18.832-07:002010-10-24T21:28:18.832-07:00Yo, kj! Whole summers? I'm imagining a whole s...Yo, kj! Whole summers? I'm imagining a whole summer in my aunt's house; I can imagine that it might have been fun to settle in and, especially, to no longer be expected to be Right There for the endless adult conversations.<br /><br />I can almost see the crinolines. :)Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-11346044170029447262010-10-24T21:25:21.191-07:002010-10-24T21:25:21.191-07:00Thanks, Josephine! I feared that it might be pure ...Thanks, Josephine! I feared that it might be pure Depressing Ramble, so I'm glad. :)Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-63180302968940681942010-10-24T21:24:31.503-07:002010-10-24T21:24:31.503-07:00Howdy, flittersniffer! I had forgotten the sock-sk...Howdy, flittersniffer! I had forgotten the sock-skating. And Reader's Digests - my aunt had every Reader's Digest she'd ever gotten, I think, some from the forties and fifties, and we used to pull them off the shelf and read them by the dozen.Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-13806052322549101722010-10-23T08:56:54.884-07:002010-10-23T08:56:54.884-07:00Great post! You made me think of my grandmother...Great post! You made me think of my grandmother's house and the summers we spent visiting there. Is was a tiny war-time house, with three bedrooms and she raised five kids there. The three boys sharing one little room and the two girls the other. There was a claw foot bathtub that I would fill with cold water and sink myself into when it got too hot. The smell I remember most was the smell ofAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02521204516836711361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-56786492658571630742010-10-22T06:35:01.277-07:002010-10-22T06:35:01.277-07:00Oh, lovely one, CF - I'm right there with you ...Oh, lovely one, CF - I'm right there with you in Great-Aunt Leacy and Uncle Enoch's front parlor. Hard sofa covered in stiff burgundy velvet... matching china pug figurines on either end of the mantelpiece... peacock feathers and pampas grass in the big ceramic urn in the corner... and, yes, those hard candies in the pressed-glass candy dish.<br /><br />However, most of my grandmother'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-36702828037083160192010-10-22T05:45:57.194-07:002010-10-22T05:45:57.194-07:00Very nice post - descriptive and engaging. I love...Very nice post - descriptive and engaging. I loved reading it.Katy Josephinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00504394399778675539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-40274005230324278702010-10-22T03:04:41.644-07:002010-10-22T03:04:41.644-07:00Ooh, this post really struck a chord. In particul...Ooh, this post really struck a chord. In particular the boiled sweets being the only thing that changed...<br /><br />And sock-skating now has a name thanks to you - excellent!Vanessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847145282522572183noreply@blogger.com