if only i could find a bottle at the flea markets….it’s extortionate here, only the big, glorious, fried foodish, marzipan, almond, glorious 30 ml extrait.
so GORGEOUS.
the dandy’s review of it the other day was a meisterwerk of pale miseria : i loved it.
A lovely photograph. So evocative of Fall when the big garden spiders build their webs. My parents brought me a bottle of L’Heure Bleu back from a trip to France they took in the 1970s. The fragrance that reminds me the most of it is Esprit de Oscar, which came out last year. I wonder if a modern version would be as pleasing as I remember it…….
Bellissimo
Wearing l’heure bleu today and it may have been inspired by this x
did you ever actually buy it?
if only i could find a bottle at the flea markets….it’s extortionate here, only the big, glorious, fried foodish, marzipan, almond, glorious 30 ml extrait.
so GORGEOUS.
the dandy’s review of it the other day was a meisterwerk of pale miseria : i loved it.
A lovely photograph. So evocative of Fall when the big garden spiders build their webs. My parents brought me a bottle of L’Heure Bleu back from a trip to France they took in the 1970s. The fragrance that reminds me the most of it is Esprit de Oscar, which came out last year. I wonder if a modern version would be as pleasing as I remember it…….
Gorgeous! An entire world within each drop.
I know what you mean.
They were there, stretching out over the fir trees, and I made us stop until I could at least attempt to capture one full nest.
I have never seen such full, opalesque, egg like, huge, lounging drops that still somehow managed to remain intact.
For me, in the arachnid context, it was both compelling, and appalling.