I didn't think that Jasmine White Moss was one of these perfumes, but it turns out today that I was wrong. She's fine with casual wear, but she does want it to be the casual wear of a nattily dressed fifties or sixties housewife. Maybe Laura Petrie.
But she's polite about it. I got the sprayer out while dressing this morning, and there was a conversation:
Jasmine White Moss: "Do you happen to have a white shirt with a collar? That nice part-poly permanent-press one that you have would be lovely, and so easy!"
ChickenFreak: "Sorry, no, I'm behind on the laundry. Long-sleeved black tee shirt is what's clean."
JWM: "...oh. Well, black is classic, of course. That'll be perfect. I do hate to interrupt you again, but have you considered something a little darker than those summer jeans, maybe with your nice black flats?"
ChickenFreak: "Laundry. The white jeans are it. And the only handy shoes are my clunky Merrells."
JWM: "Yes, of course. That will be lovely. Black and white is a very crisp look."
So I'm wearing Jasmine White Moss, but I think she's a little downhearted.
She remains lovely, however. Softer and less challenging than I remembered - after some gentle fireworks at the beginning, I get a steady supply of barely sharp green and mildly sweet floral. There's enough contrast to make me wish for just a little more of each one, a tension that keeps the fragrance interesting.
I must remember to make this part of my winter rotation. I like smelling like Laura Petrie, or one of the "girls" from Mad Men, even if I refuse to do my share.
Review Roundup: In the post from last time.
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