Well, it was, on the 20th. I turned 27 years old, for the 30th time. I did get a sample of something that I should be reviewing, but I found myself indulging in scents that I already have: the heavy Lutens and all that jazz. I like to tell myself that the juxtaposition of my preppy, lacoste and topsiders wearing exterior and those fresh-from-the-souk things from Uncle Serge is wildly interesting. Perhaps only to me..
My actual birthday was if course a work week; my friends will be taking me out to a local favorite spot next Friday. These are people who I met because of local Beverly Hills politics; while we aren’t active much anymore we are as my friend Terre says “the great eight” and get together as often as we can.
So for my birthday dinner I made myself sautéed salmon with endive, roasted asparagus and roasted fingerling potatoes with rosemary, sage and garlic. I bought frozen lava cake from TJ’s but was way too full to consume. Maybe tonight..
As for scent, since my Barney’s card was at zero balance I finally fell and got a bottle of Musc Ravageur. I’d been o the fence about it for literally years, but I was given a sample at the Malle store and decided that yes, it does work on me well, yes, I had not bought a bottle of anything in this decade and yes, I do deserve it. It’s even positive credit info. So there.
There is a Malle event at their store on Saturday, so next week I shall report on that. In the mean time, I am needing lava cake..