No. 4 

No. 4 (Jil Sander 1990) has a very warm, heady start.  It’s a gorgeous oriental with particularly notable air anise and geranium that eventually mixes with nutmeg and myrrh to create spicy opulence.  And, of course, being a late 80’s/early 90’s fragrance the florals are bold and beautiful.   It’s perfect for a colder day as it sort of resembles mulled wine at times, but on a warmer day when the scent can fully bloom (especially the musk, patchouli and sandalwood), No. 4 is truly breathtaking and memorable. 

Ballade À Venise de Capucci

An usually beautiful scent, Ballade À Venise (Roberto Capucci 1996) is honeyed yet bright and crisp. The olive blossom and passion fruit are gorgeous and the orange blossom and jasmine are anything but heavy. Like a warm sea breeze on a sunny day or a perfectly crisp green apple at its best, this is the most enjoyable kind if sweet.

Top notes: mandarin, orange blossom and marigold.  Middle notes: olive blossom, ylang-ylang, jasmine and passion fruit.  Base notes: galbanum.

 

 

Nightflight

Bright, powerful and imaginative Nightflight (Joop! 1992) is a sensuous, unisex delight.  A strong burst of juniper, bergamot and pineapple open, followed by a sweet geranium and rosewood.  Sexy sandalwood and gentle musk balance this memorable, razor sharp fragrance.

Top notes: pineapple, lavender, green notes, juniper, bergamot and lemon.  Middle notes: almond, jasmine, lily-of-the-valley, rose, brazilian rosewood and geranium.  Base notes: sandalwood, tonka bean, amber and musk.

Dolce Vita

A sweet, lovely lily flanked by magnolia and rose open Dolce Vita (Dior 1994).  Flirtatious peach and apricot are warmed by cinnamon and a gentle sandalwood and vanilla.  This scent is wild romance in the same vein as Rochas Femme or Amarige – spicy, enticing beauty.

Top notes: lily, magnolia and rose.  Middle notes: peach, apricot and cinnamon.  Base notes: sandal, heliotrope and vanilla.

Noses:  Pierre Bourdon and Maurice Roger

Herba Fresca

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A sweet clover and fresh, vibrant lemon open Herba Fresca (Guerlain 1999) leading the way to an aromatic mint note of great exuberance and an earthy herbal green tea.  Into the drydown the florals become more noticeable with a delicate and perfectly mint infused lily-of-the-valley.  Herba Fresca is effortlessly lovely, crisp, and unisex.  And although it is perhaps a mostly warm weather scent, it adds a certain elegant and fresh cheerfulness that can be quite nice all year round.

Top notes: clover, and lemon.  Middle notes: mint and green tea.  Base notes: cyclamen and lily-of-the-valley.

Pamplelune

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Pamplelune is decidedly unisex (Guerlain 1999).  This aquatic citrus beauty opens with a clean, almost masculine presence.  But as it continues it’s also a bit sweet like a contemporary feminine fragrance.

Pamplelune is gentle and elegant.  There’s a subtle sharp edge, and a brightness.  And into the drydown it has the uncanny olfactory effect created by peeling a citrus fruit piece by piece, particularly grapefruit.

Top notes: bergamot and grapefruit.  Middle notes: cassia, neroli, and petitgrain.  Base notes: vanilla and patchouli. 

Talisman eau Transparente

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Unisex, bold and serene, Talisman (Balenciaga 1996) is an airy ylang-ylang and osmanthus.  Litchi and freesia are present but not warm or particularly engaging.  This is the sort of scent best worn on a hot day when ice cubes are little luxuries.  It’s beautiful but chilly…

Notes: litchi, freesia, osmanthus and ylang-ylang.


I don’t know what to say about today particularly.  There were moments when it was bright and then at times I wondered where so many things were headed.

I wish I could sit with The Handsome Gentleman (now abbreviated as Handsome) somewhere quiet, alone and absorb the moment…  I wonder if that’s even possible.  I have this dream of resting on some shady green lawn, and just staring up at the sky with him.  I know that sounds so cliche and sappy, but wouldn’t that be wonderful?  Well, it would be for me anyway.

And, did the world used to feel so much more real and alive years and years ago?  I remember when I was a kid the summers were more supple and everything felt grounded to an unchangeable, solid core.  I don’t think it was just an illusion of childhood, although I suppose that could be part of it.

I remember, around this time of the year, being outside with the sound of crickets and the humid air, imagining myself all grown-up with some beautiful man having a romance of some sort.  It seemed like it would take forever to be old enough to do anything exciting.  Yet sadly, of course, what all those adults said back then was true.  Growing older is a rather fast process actually.  And now, in my 30’s, I wish I could go back for just a short while.  It would be amazing to be with my parents when they were young again and remember things I’ve forgotten.   But, I’m still hoping for those moments I imagined years ago to come true someday…

Anyway, I bought more perfume.  La Petit Robe Noire Couture is being discontinued soon so I purchased a small bottle of that.  I also am considering other various fragrances…

And, I feel like I should mention, my son is doing a lot better right now.  He’s such an amazing little person…

 

 

 

 

 

Volupté

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Fresh, intoxicating and glamorous, Volupté (Oscar de la Renta 1992) is brimming with a beautiful excitement.  A captivating combination of bright melon florals, with a particularly intriguing carnation and narcissus sweetly sing while amber, patchouli,sandalwood and incense are hauntingly lovely.  This is a fragrance that is almost painfully pretty from start to finish…

Nose: Sophia Grojsman.

Top notes: mimosa, melon, mandarin orange, freesia, osmanthus, watermelon and cyclamen.  Middle notes: carnation, jasmine, heliotrope, ylang-ylang, lily-of-the-valley, narcissus, lotus and peony.  Base notes are sandalwood, amber, patchouli, incense, tuberose and vanilla.

J’Adore

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Bright, blooming and luminous florals delight in the opening of J’Adore (Dior 1999).  It’s pear, peach, plum and citrus in a fluid warmth that is both uplifting and playful.  A bit reminiscent of Chamade it has a soft sultry loveliness that is both mesmerizing and prone to induce melancholy upon its departure…  This a fragrance meant to be worn by those who do not wish to be soon forgotten.

Top notes: melon, magnolia, peach, pear, mandarine orange, and bergamot.  Middle notes: tuberose, plum, violet, lily-of-the-valley, jasmine, rose, orchid, and freesia.  Base notes: blackberry, cedar, musk and vanilla.

Nose: Calice Becker


So…  this blog has been a mess and I apologize for that.  I have been distracted by deaths, illnesses, and sleepless nights…  It’s been an interesting last couple of weeks to say the least.

But… life goes on, time goes on and that’s good thing.

So on we go…

L’ Eau D’Issey Pour Homme

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Honestly, I think is one of my favorite traditional men’s fragrances ever.

L’ Eau D’ Issey (Issey Miyake 1994) is refined, tender, soft and very crisp and cool.  It has a handsome mix of citrus notes that are uniquely able to be both intensely composed and yet engaging and friendly.

It’s quietly spicy and subtly mysterious.  It doesn’t shout but it has a presence.

Quite perfect.

Top notes: yuzu, coriandre, cypress, mandarin orange, sage, calone, lemon verbena, bergamot, lemon and tarragon.  Middle notes: bourbon geranium, Ceylon cinnamon, Blue lotus, mignonette, saffron, lily-of-the-valley, and nutmeg.  Base notes: amber, cedar, sandalwood, Tahitian vetiver, musk, and tobacco.

Nose: Jacques Cavallier

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I haven’t written in this section for quite some time…   Our lives have been extremely hectic.

I’m sorry I didn’t write my short story of the month last week.  I came down with the stomach flu and wasn’t feeling the best before that either to be honest…

I’ve been struggling lately with trying to work out various things in my head.  Namely, I’ve been realizing how silly and stupid and awful humans can really be in a way I don’t think I’ve fully recognized before.  Funny…   And yet, of course, I believe, and always will believe, that we are all still very worthy of love.

The thing is, growing up, as I’ve shared before, we were the exception in a wealthy neighborhood.  We were the ones who didn’t have the right labels.  But as I’ve grown further into my  adulthood years I’ve began to realize that in regard to class snobbery “the poor people,” middle-class people, working-class folks…  can really suck too…

So, basically, I think that there are just some people who are truly wretched when it comes to issues of status (and perhaps in other ways) and others who aren’t…

Simple.

Really though, I am so tired of people “hating on” rich people.  I really am.  And do you know why?  Not because rich people don’t necessarily deserve animosity, but because it seems that often the loudest voices of spite are not from people who truly care about inequality in some altruistic, compassionate, and productive way.  Instead, they are often just the people who are most angry and bitter that they themselves aren’t rich or rich enough.  And I bet you that if you were to take many of those folks (not all) who get most upset about people who wear expensive labels, drive nice cars, live in fancy houses, and give them all those luxuries and a lush, steady bank account that they would, in fact, turn into snobs.  Particularly at first…

All the people hating each other from “up high” or “down below”…  are the same sort of people.

I know.  This is obvious and elementary.

I’m sorry…

Our experiences and perspectives change over time.  And no, I don’t mean that I’m becoming a Republican as I age as the cliche (should I use the word cliche?  It certainly seems like one to me.  Sorry if that’s just ignorant.) goes…

Oh, and in the process of looking at designer handbags lately (see old post) I’ve realized something else.  Apparently so many people have promulgated this idea that truly rich people hate wearing anything with an obvious label that now almost anybody who cares about being perceived as being of at least somewhat high status (whether they acknowledge it or not) goes around saying that they hate obvious labels.  Just read a handbag enthusiast message board and you’ll see what I am describing.   If the irony of that is lost on you I’m sorry.

My problem is that I like monogram Louis Vuitton…

According to the rules of dress set by two varieties of the snobs, if I wear Louis Vuitton monogram I’m likely either a. tacky and actually shamefully poor (and yet of course those who hold this belief might still be covetous to some degree anyway because luxury is still luxury) or I’m b. a mean, superficial rich lady who is (again) tacky (and those who hold this belief would be more obvious with any brand of jealousy).   So…  I’ve been struggling.  Do I care what people think?

Do I care?  (I’m sitting her asking myself this right now.)

Well, what I care about is whether or not it’s truly wise, and/or moral for me to own an expensive handbag in the first place.  Beyond that?  No.

A lady on one of those handbag lover sites told a sob story about how she saw a woman who worked at her local grocery store wearing a Louis Vuitton Speedy and how she could no longer wear Louis Vuitton because of it.   And then in response to her comment someone else went on and on about how devalued certain brands are nowadays because of sites like eBay, where “the poor people” can acquire trickle down luxury goods…   And of course, beyond their conversation, there are whole articles written in great depth about this perceived problem of devaluation.

And, in response, part of me feels leftover pain and anxiety from being bullied in my childhood and I want to do whatever the masses require of me.  But then I find myself thinking it would be lovely to wear tons of monogram and big labels on everything just to piss a lot of pretentious assholes off…

The latter sounds like a heck of a lot more fun, and therefore genuinely luxurious and liberating.  Nouveau riche, old money, middle-class, poor…   Heck.  I’m just me.  No “labels.”  And since that’s conveniently a cool thing right now too I think most people who notice won’t care…  (rolling eyes)

🙂

Until Tomorrow.