I’m not a fan of Daylight Saving Time at all. Fall is okay, but I don’t care that much about it because I never sleep in – my internal clock springs me up by 6 a.m. at the latest. Spring forward? Just kill me. Sunday is okay since I don’t really care what time it is, and I don’t really notice that it’s an hour later, I don’t have to get up at a particular time on Sunday, but as my normal 9-10p bedtime stretches to 11p and I have a 5 a.m. wake-up call for Yoga Sculpt, which is really 4 a.m. in old time, I get so jumpy, unhappy and panicky. Sleep is important to me, especially enough of it. Functioning, mood and reasonableness goes downhill quickly if I’m more than an hour short of 8 hours of sleep. Am I alone in that? I used to do great with less sleep, but adrenals get exhausted over the years and cranky and insist on a sufficient amount of time unconscious.
Too little sleep, and I get ill fast, which is where I am today. Part of it is spring – the buds and pollen are starting to pop out everywhere, just providing some low-level allergy aggravation. The rest is the lack of sleep. After almost throwing up during Yoga, not finding anywhere to slip in a 30-minute nap today, I’m facing the computer thinking: What the hell am I going to write about? I’m sick, I’m tired, and I want something to make me feel better.
Aha! Lostmarc’h Lann-Ael, the delicious comfort fragrance that takes me to every happy place I’ve ever known. Lucky Charms, milk, but tied up in an impossibly elegant concoction that is better than the sum of its parts. That always makes me feel better in every way possible. Its persistence is just enough to let it cling, but to never get annoying.
Off to the perfume drawers to find it – so happy, so happy, just anticipating the comfort and pleasure it will give me. I keep thinking none of you really want to hear some of these stupid stories of mine, but then I’m pretty sure all of you have experienced this to some degree or another. I keep forgetting all of you are like me in this fragrance obsession.
Because all my perfumes are part of a business, I hire people to do the decanting. I just couldn’t do it, I have a whole other job and only so many hours in the day. At some point, the filing system for perfumes got away from me. They know where everything is, but sometimes I’m at a loss and just meander from drawer to drawer, hoping I get lucky and recognize the top of the bottle. Where the hell are the L perfumes?!?!?! Shouldn’t they just go down in order. J-K is here, then the smaller Hermes drawer, the rolly-around Montales, then we are at M-N-O? After some period of time of looking in the same drawers 35 times and frustranicking, I looked in the next column of drawers and found — yes, Lolite Lempicka, the rest of the Ls should be here. And there it was, and soon I was magikly delicious with sweet fruity cereal that is so perfectly warm and embracing, it makes you weep. And I felt better, comforted, like my tiredness will pass, my bad mood will pass, as will my temperature.
What perfume does that for you? And how long have you searched for a missing sample, decant or bottle before you either gave up or found it? And what was it?