Basquiat

Did you read about the couple who walked into a NYC art gallery and attempted to walk off with a Basquiat worth close to $50,000.00? They just waltzed in, grabbed it casually and then tried to walk out but were stopped by an employee of the art gallery.

What did they need or want that money for?

Lys Mediterranee

Last summer I tried Frederic Malle Lys Mediterranee and it struck me as cool, literal and refreshing. Crisp. Elegant but earthy. Refined but approachable. Exotic a bit and certainly sensual. And I felt that at my best this was “me.”

But then I decided I maybe wasn’t that sensual. Maybe wasn’t that literal…? Not like Lys Mediterranee. …And so I tried others. And eventually I came to Casablanca Lily.

I questioned it… I loved the name. It felt comforting. Like a truly parental hug, almost.

But by this spring it felt off as a signature fragrance. And as the air grew warmer again I tried Lys Mediterranee once more and as I edited my novel the other night…it occurred to me why I thought this Frederic Malle lily was so “me.” But I hate making mistakes and I was determined not to do so again, so I waited for a day or two to think.

Today I asked my daughter for her objective opinion: “Which one smells more like mommy?” She smelled several. And she chose Casablanca Lily. And at first I thought this might mean that that really did signify my personality well. My children know the real me. I resigned to perhaps just wearing Casablanca Lily as my signature. But then…I realized that…as my daughter she sees only a part of my overall personality. The mommy. Of course. *eye-roll* It was silly to ask her, except it did shed light on the truth, none-the-less.

So which one was really more me? Who to ask… *sigh* My ex-husband is practically anosmic. Ghosts?!? *le sigh* *eye-roll*

The thing is, when I chose Casablanca Lily I was talking to a ghost. Or a demon? …Either way…it may have been someone who accidentally sees more of “the mommy” side of my personality than…the overall idea of me.

Yes. Not your typical post about fragrance selection. I know. Sorry?

…But no, the fresh sea water, warm musk and vanilla…lace-like ginger and orange blossom cooled by lotus surrounding a delicate, complex white flower that both signifies the Virgin Mother and is lethal if ingested…is…me.

I think in a way…I wish it wasn’t. Seeing yourself is lovely…but it’s also challenging. Isn’t it?