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.
Have you ever done this?
It is too late to shower and change.
She will soon be approaching the hill..
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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 )