Two bottles

So, some of you may be wondering why the title of my blog is “Keen to Cross the Pond” when what I mostly do is put up photos of myself and bottles of perfume.  Or, perhaps you’re not wondering…  Who knows.  🙂  In any case, here’s the deal. Basically, I started this blog as a way to sort of chronicle my family’s journey  as we attempt to move to London.   However, in the process of deciding how to do that I realized that I didn’t want to put up a lot of information about or photos of my actual family for safety reasons.  Ok, so none of you are probably at all unsafe, but…  one hears stories and to error on the side of caution, I’m keeping a lot of details out. So, since family life is ruled out as a general theme of a blog supposedly about our family (bit of a problem), and I have a growing passion for perfume the result is the current state of this blog.

See, fragrance is a terribly distracting hobby in the best sense – researching the notes, the history, who wore it when, why was it created, and on and on. It’s so fascinating.  It’s the perfect way to keep myself busy with something lovely so I don’t grab my family in the middle of the night, jump on a plane to London in pajamas and refuse to go back home.  (I really love the UK that much and miss it more) And here’s my plan for this blog:  I’m going to just keep sampling and experiencing fragrances until I either run out of new varieties to try (highly unlikely) or get tired of it (also highly unlikely).  Each bottle I open and every dab of perfume I dab brings our dreams a little closer, so to speak.  And, in the fumes I will add pieces of our family life, and other points of interest related to this blog.  Done.

Problem is, I’m getting too much perfume.  Seriously.  It’s possible.  And, some of it I don’t like.  At all.  I need to get rid of it.  Besides, if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that what one nose deems bland or even disgusting another nose finds awe-inspiring.  Some people loathe Chanel perfumes.  Other’s, such as myself, love them dearly.  Some find 80’s scents beyond fabulous, and others think bottles from the 1980’s should come with vials of aspirin for the migraines you’ll surely experience with one whiff.  Anyway, I’m sure someone wants the bottles I don’t want.

Right now I’m selling a bottle of Muguet des Bois ( Coty 1941) from the 1950’s or 60’s and another bottle of Aprhrodisia by Fabergé, also from either the 50’s or 60’s. I’ve found at least one person who wants my bottle of Muguet des Bois but so far no one seems interested in the Fabergé Aphrodisia.  If I can’t find a buyer I guess I’ll just have to use it…

Muguet des Bois is gorgeous, but I just don’t like how totally focused on Lily of the Valley it is.  It’s a perfect version of that flower though.  It smells like a fresh cut Lily, which is almost magical since it emerges from a bottle that’s been around for over half a century.

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Aphrodisia is woody, musky, and so early 1960’s to me.  Sure, it was created in 1938 ( Fabergé 1938), but for whatever reason I picture a woman in a tweed suit styled like a Chez Ninon Jackie Kennedy would have worn, opaque stockings, with loads of light pink lipstick, mascara and an immaculate beehive.  It’s very authentically vintage, sophisticated in its own right, but really not my taste, sadly.  In high school and college it would have been, but not now…

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Anyway, after looking at photos of Jackie Kennedy’s clothes from the 1960’s I now have another American fashion icon on my mind: Audrey Hepburn.  And, of course, none other than her classic role in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.  I think I might have to watch it this weekend…

Until Sunday.