We had to wait almost a week for that view in India, but when it finally showed up, every shivering, cold moment in Pelling was worth it. That’s the Kangchenjunga Range in Sikkim rising up out of the mist-covered valleys and lower mountains. Mount Khangchendzodnga is 28,000 feet. Third highest mountain in the world.
What Sikkim has – well, all of India – is an overdose of cute. The children are gorgeous and open and friendly, following you down the street, asking you where you’re going, where you’ve been, are you going to the Goompa, do you like Buddha or Shiva or Jesus, and would you like to go fishing with them tomorrow. They’ll stop and pose for a picture as soon as they see you pull the camera out. And if you give them any time at all on your Droid and show them how to zoom in and out on a picture, about ten little hands will be all over it. They charmed me completely.
As we hiked, the children would run out to greet us or yell hello from a distance. Sometimes we never saw them, just heard their voices in the air.
And we were walking through some of the most beautiful land I’ve seen. Terraced mountains where they farm rice, millet. Peaks that tower above you in the distance, lush, tropical, covered in prayer flags. Tropical Himalayas.
Lakes that are so serene and peaceful the locals say they are so holy, the birds won’t even let a leaf stay on the water. You think they’re exaggerating until you stand and look at it and can’t find a leaf anywhere, and the peace is palpable and becomes a part of you.
I’ve thought about a thousand ways to tell people about my trip to India, and however I tell it never seems big enough. I will tell you about the details, but what stays with me is all of it – how every day is random and unique, the people embrace you in their lives. Some things make you crazy and make you cry, but it is a country that is magical. Yes, I even felt that way sleeping on my concrete bed in my concrete room with the very sketchy pillow case that I would put my head on without my sleeping bag between me and it.
What does that have to do with Parfum de Nicolai Kiss Me Tender? It’s pretty magical as well, with an open innocence that invites you in. Notes of Vanilla, aniseed, almond, fresh cut hay make it soft, interesting, enveloping. The hay isn’t as strong in it as I would have liked – I am a hay bitch – but the overall feel of it is fluffy as well as rich. If you’re not a fan of vanilla or anise/almond, you can just skip over this perfume completely.
And I haven’t forgotten the samples I need to draw for from before I left. I’ll get that done by next Tuesday, but I’d love to give out like three samples of the PdN Kiss Me Tender too. So just make a comment to be entered in the drawing!