I never like to do the same thing twice on Christmas Day.
This year we are having friends round for the first time for a party at our house.
Three years ago we were on the white sands of windy Sarasota, and I was trying Djedi.
I wonder where we will be next year…
Whatever your holiday, I hope it is a good one. I’ll be back with a vengeance soon.
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Duncan and family on the beach on Christmas Day
Duncan and little Ruby:
Edward’s beautiful shell shrine:
I must admit to being disappointed upon first smelling Djedi. If there was any scent that I was intensely curious to smell, it was this: Guerlain’s mystical, almost mythical, long-gone vetiver from 1927 that was said to be one of the strangest, driest and earthiest perfumes ever made – a pungent, leathery, and boscous forest of vetiver, rose, civet, musk and patchouli that dragged you down into gloom and entombed ambience of a twilit, Egyptian mummy.
From a brief and excited sniff of the sample vial, I knew immediately that this could not be the much fêted and unobtainable vintage, as it smells so niche and contemporary: a taut and light animalic vetiver that in its initial stages reminded me for a moment of a chest-bulging eighties masculine ( beautifully impossible to imagine…
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