tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post6637388871219824012..comments2023-10-30T06:47:54.342-07:00Comments on Rambling Chicken: SOTD: Parfumerie Generale Harmatan Noir (And L'Eau Rare Matale, and The Grass Is Greener)Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-21368050277040660952009-10-24T22:45:24.455-07:002009-10-24T22:45:24.455-07:00I love your images. :) (Or what _do_ you call them...I love your images. :) (Or what _do_ you call them when they're all-five-senses images?) I love autumn. I anticipate spring, but fall just drops on me and I discover every year how much I love it.Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06115821731964909442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713094656031780936.post-50314372716529624792009-10-24T21:04:40.895-07:002009-10-24T21:04:40.895-07:00this is good stuff... you are intriguing me to get...this is good stuff... you are intriguing me to get more interested in fragrance. I especially like your provactive question about whether ones sense of scent changes with the season. I would think yes, for me because I'm really tuned in (and turned on) to the sum of all my collective autumnal associations which of course are sensory... autumn color, the crisp chill in the air, the taste of Cynthia Salbatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09665940480380735372noreply@blogger.com