Sometimes when reading in summer I like to lie down on the futon with an aldehyde. Having almost totally forgotten about the beautiful Bleu De France boxed extrait I have left lingering somewhere at the back of a cabinet, I was very pleased to rediscover it.
Somewhere between Caleche and Arpege but more streamlined and lean/ clean satin conservative, the inkling of civet at the beginning on skin (a proportional perfection – precisely the right amount of dirt – cut through with the sheen and airline politesse of all the patinated flowers and sandalwood vetiver), Bleu De France is a rare but ebay findable classical aldehyde that I think is a little staid but also rather exquisite. I can find no information on Bernard Lalande ( on Google he is either a French politician, Catholic priest, vintner or professional mortician) but whoever he was, his immaculate floral aldehyde collectible is an invaluable exemplar of this olfactive family.
About names, I would only hope that my real name would have that level of ambiguity.
The few other “mes” are a Marine Corps officer, robotics fanatic, professor, and washed up baseball player. I guess that I would be the one that made the others look bad.
I am president of Exxon or something
Must be hard maintaining sports excellence though.
I sometimes feel rather washed up myself