I turn 44 today, and it’s a work day, so I have just managed a surreptitious grace across my wrists of Fiore Di Riso, a scent that Duncan bought for me BY MISTAKE last year from Lucky Scent ( I opened it: sprayed it: knew: looked at the label: Duncan, this is NOT Vaniglia Del Madagascar…….
(The silence was heavy: I tried to control my breathing and words but God, I was SO ungracious about it I am almost blushing but what a waste!! )
This is not my beloved Vaniglia,even if, in truth, I am off all my vanilla scents at the moment but, to be quite contrary, it IS most definitely a vanilla. A weird, green, floral vanilla that to me smells like Queen Neroli deflowered on her wedding night, screechy verdant and discordant in a way and yet quite comforting:I wear the TINIEST amount as it is a spray parfum and lasts all day as it turns into something warm, pleasing and confectionery like, just right for the very cold but sunny biting freshness that was today’s crisp December sunshine ( it’s almost always sunny on my birthday).
Yes, today was solitary, I didn’t even mention it to my Japanese colleagues, but the weekend was full of lovely wining and dining with lovely people in lovely environments and I feel quite blessed. I am a cranky old fuck so much of the time (so MOODY these days!) and yet I know so many excellent people, you included, that I know I must thank my lucky stars – and they were very bright tonight.
The Tokyo extravagances were heavily scented – the wintry air demanded it, as did my birthday – featuring a well matched combination I thought of Diptyque’s L’Eau de L’Eau which I have worn to death, overlayered with L’Othantique’s very appealing, and also inexpensive, Fleurs D’Ambre, which is a floury, sensual, barbershop Shalimar that works just FINE: fresh, powdery, octaved, and kind of bizarrely masculine: the kind of rock-me simplicity I tend to go for.
I felt dressed, I felt like me, and I could snuggle into my Christmassy coat with my friends, and go with the Noel-ish flow.
The computer is currently being fixed at the giant Apple store in Ginza, and I hadn’t paid my phone bill either which is why I have been absent for a week.
I am writing this instead on my iPhone instead, which could drive a man INSANE or make him smash the tiny contraption against the kitchen wall as it reverts to all kinds of weirdnesses, autocorrects, loses what I have written as I monodigit every word and hope for the blasted best.
Hopefully the real deal will be back soon and I will be able to put up a proper post.
In the meantime I just wanted to say hello. The picture is me behind a blue fibre lamp my Japanese teacher gave me for my birthday.
Any more Sagittarian perfume compadres out there?