DAMN.
We have a French goth queen diva coming to our house for dinner tonight and I wanted incense and intrigue : the mysterious impenetrability of L’Artisan’s genius Eau Du Navigateur.
Instead I blindly grabbed and copiously sprayed a perfume in the same bottle : Jour De Fete.
So instead of balsams and coffee and repressed spices and a hierarchical mellow, I smell like blowsy sugared almonds drowning in sad musk.
AAAAAAAGH.
Have you ever done this?
It is too late to shower and change.
She will soon be approaching the hill..
The Black Narcissus 
In an attempt to be pure and live out my Anglophile dreams of a country cottage with a rose garden, I tried to wear rose perfumes. Many of them I do love, especially Shiseido’s White Rose ( even wore that one on my wedding day, if you count a court room officiation in Boston as a wedding day). But nope. They don’t work on me. My husband laughed every time I tried. He’s like, who are you trying to con?
I know the feeling, Neil. Time for a quick scrub and application of your preferred choice.
Not when your entire neck and head area is fucked !
😂😂😂
That’s what I did tonight.
Then just drowned it all out with incense in the house
Can’t recall (although I must have done), but love “So instead of balsams and coffee and repressed spices and a hierarchical mellow, I smell like blowsy sugared almonds drowning in sad musk.”
Never know. She might love it.
She loved the incense
(I gave her my box )