Insert normal Friday rant about that no-talent Antonella Barba if not booted from American Idol on Thursday
Insert wild cheering if that no-talent hack gets booted as she should be
There’s a survey over on the left for Coutorture to hopefully help us get some big advertising cash to keep us knee-deep in samples. Feel free to take it or ignore it. It helps them set the demographic for advertisers.
Someone talk me out of this bag….. thanks! (Be & D tuxedo Bag in Expresso for
1200 smackers too rich for me). I don’t normally lust uncontrollably for bags, and I can usually contain my deep need for the ultra-expensive ones, but I’m having a little trouble on this one, and I don’t know why. The deep folds in it? I mean, look at it! It looks like an unmade bed of a bag, but soooooo soft with the little tassle. I mean, that bag totally gets me!
The Le Labos have been around for over a year now, I believe, and so far, while I’ve found several that I like, finding one that I love has been elusive. Then March sent the teeny sample of Aldehyde 44, the one that is stupid expensive and you can only get from the Dallas Barney’s, which Ms. Style-Spy was the procurer of — did I mention she does personal shopping? Anyway, it is just fizzy and happy and almost dancing in the vial when I uncapped it. Put it on, and it stays sort of the same, but gets happier, but it’s like happiness despite pain, and all I can think of is the blond ’40s and ’50s movie sirens, like Marilyn Monroe, whose beauty and smiles hid some deeper pain, which made them vulnerable and ultimately so likable and famous, which led to more pain, etc., etc. Aldehyde 44 was fun, but then I put it up, too perky, too expensive, I really don’t need that for the ridiculous amount of money they want for it.
Now, this next part you really have to understand. I have at different times hundreds of sample vials that cross my desk monthly — some I’ve smelled before, some I don’t care about, most I just haven’t gotten around to. Most get a cursory test unless I’m going to include it in a review, and if it doesn’t catch my interest fairly quickly, I move on, leaving out the samples I tried that day just in case one has a great drydown that was unexpected, so I can find it later. Given all that, the likelihood that I revisit a sample and keep it out for over a week is infinitesimally small.
44 came in a good sized vial, about 1.3 ml, and I have applied that thing no less than ten times over the course of the week or so I have had it. I’ve also tried to pass it along to someone else I know will enjoy it, and I just can’t put it in the mailer. Why? Because it makes me delirously happy. Not just in some bubbly surface fashion, which it does that as well, but a happiness that is complex and embraces all of life’s sorrow and joy. It speaks to some very deep place in me that continues to look at the world with rose-colored glasses, believing the best of people until they prove me wrong, trusting that life and death really do work themselves out, but knows how often people, including myself, are deep disappointments.
I’ve been trying to talk myself out of a bottle of this since I tried it, but like the purse, I haven’t succeeded yet. Do I need it? No, not in the least, but there are so few perfumes that are just joyful to spritz on, I think this one needs to have a home with me.
Hey, psst, come over here, those of you that love incense, and beeeee quiet!!! Don’t let those Juozas maniacs see us. Did you see the notes on Clive Christian X for Men? Yeah, me neither, and then I spritzed it on, and my eyes bugged out, I ran to look up the notes and I found Bergamot, spices, cardamon, ginger, pink pepper, Sambac oil, jasmine hedione, pimento oil, orris, Amber, styrax, labdanum, vetyver oil, cedarwood, Moss, cinnamon, vanilla. This is my perfect incense scent, spicy, rich, warm, it is everything I wanted Juozas to be.
Okay, now scatter !quick! and keep this between us.