OK, I apologize for my absence, but I seriously am now just recovering from the nastiness that is Winter’s last dig. She got me, people, but good. I should have gone to the doctor much earlier than I did, but alas, I pick my battles unwisely. I am often mocked for my ability to overreact to minor cuts and scrapes and ignore the truly atrocious. I am sorry for missing last week too.The good news is this…Spring is on its way, whether winter likes it or not. Just imagine Zephyr up there in Botticelli’s masterpiece keeping the frigid winter winds away. This is my favorite painting in the history of art. I am a romantic, ’tis true. This isn’t going to be a post speculating what Venus and the Graces are smelling in the eternal Spring garden. I don’t have the energy quite for that. Simply a Spring favorites post, at least those new, seasonal flankers for which I have a weak spot. You know the ones, tweaked juice, prettier bottle, don’t last too long. Or the scents we wouldn’t normally spray, except it’s March and we can’t take the winter blues ANY longer…ahem…just sayin’. I adore big brash florals year round, so I’ll try not to talk too much about the beauty of tuberose. I don’t want to bore you guys any more. I do reach for them, though, just to be clear. I also love L’artisan’s La Haie Fleurie du Hameau, or La Haie Fleurie as it’s now called, though I believe the juice is the same. This was one of the earlier scents in my perfumed life. I adore this ode to jasmine with the honeysuckle tenacity. It shouldn’t in theory last very long, but it just does. I bought it years ago for the hyacinth note, but it only likes to pop up when I least expect it. This is a soft jasmine with a lush, quietly green undertone. Quite springy if you want something other than, say, La Chasse, which is everywhere right now. (Which is fine by me, by the way). One of my favorite lines ever has to be Annick Goutal. I love the nonconventional juices and the gorgeous attention to detail. I am sorry she passed and I will always remain loyal to her. She really did get me started in perfume obsession. For that I’m grateful. I have only seen pictures of Mme. Goutal, but if her photos are 1/2 as beautiful as she was, she must have been stunning.OK, Ok, I’ll quit gushing. I love Grand Amour with all of my heart. I can truly get the hyacinth here, but it isn’t an obnoxious green scent. Here it is blended beautifully and effortlessly with lily and honeysuckly. It’s a gorgeous spring scent that I wear year round. The body cream is what a body cream should be….rich and decadent/good for the skin and the heart. Petite Cherie has been released in a new bottle and there are some new products to go along with the anniversary of its launch. This is an example of a scent that speaks softly, but carries a big (fabulous) stick. A softly fruity floral that almost mocks the heap of forgettable phrutie phlorals with its beauty. The sillage is stunning. I sprayed it on, left the room and came back and I kid you not, asked who that was. Yeah, I do things like that.Passion is my other favorite, with its tuberose/vanilla/jasmine infusion. This is what I fell in love with back in the day and it is as current now as ever. These are timeless scents that always make me smile. Merci Annick, et Isabelle (Doyen of course).Thanks everyone for thinking of me, and I hope you are all well. Until next week.By the way, I owe a few decants to….Chaya. This is from a drawing from WAY back when. Contact us and I’ll hook you up. I will be late on the comments, but they will come, I promise. I just will be babysitting much of the day. Check back after six…XOXO.