I keep asking March “have you seen the movie The Core?” whenever we discuss the last 3 weeks of my weird-assed life. Actually, my life isn’t that weird-assed, just these past 3 weeks. In The Core, Aaron Eckhart and (swoon) Stanley Tucci are attempting to sling up the last nuclear bomb to try to restart the Earth’s core – y’all just know this isn’t going to end well – for somebody. Well, Aaron Eckhart gets pinned by the bomb and Stanley grunts his guts out, trying to free him – it looks baaad for Aaron. Then there’s a bump in the magma and suddenly Aaron is free – and STANLEY (gasp!) is pinned. More grunting, then Stanley pushes Aaron out the rapidly closing door, thus saving the entire world (yay, Stanley!!)
I’ve been Aaron. And I narrowly missed being Stanley. In fact, I am still sitting here, wondering how the confluence of events ended up working for me (yet another movie (song) reference “I Must’ve Done Something Good”. My personal life, which hasn’t been great for quite awhile, did not implode – it exploded! And nearly exploded all over me! But! I am now in a ‘righted’ place and The Girl and I are safe and sound (and we’re totally FINE, I promise. We are safe at home and things are just fine!).
But! During the past 3 weeks, it’s been so topsy-turvy and batshit crazy that I often wondered how I was going to manage without going to prison or having to stay at a Super 8 (those with Giant Dogs will understand ;-). During that time, I wore only one perfume, to hold my atoms together while I tried to navigate the crazy. I don’t know if you remember Ann’s recollection of her son’s near-drowning and how, during those long, awful days at the hospital, she wore Kai for strength and support. March’s go-to for support during difficult times is Kenzo Amour, with its steamed rice accord.
Mine? Surprise! It was NOT Chanel No5. In fact, No5 was actually a bit shrieky and nauseating on me. Nor was it my other GWS, Mitsouko.
It was Amouage Beloved. I’ve been trying to figure out why it was so comforting during this time of outrageous weirdness and I think it goes along with what March said about Amour, that it has a soft support that gave her strength (I probably boogered that up but it’s close to what she said, I swear!). I think that’s what Beloved offered – it’s such a structured perfume – a real PERFUME – but beyond the strength of that structure is a layer of softness, like a St John suit made of cashmere and silk.
I’m not trying to be deliberately coy, here. I’m just worn out and still dazed by the bizarre negatives and then positive reversals of fortune (March and I haven’t been able to do much more than laugh – no, more of a cackle!, it really was that weird). And I am SO grateful to the folks who did/do know the whole story and stepped in to make things go right for me. It takes a village to get through the damb day, sometimes – and I am grateful AF for my village (which seems to happily increase! I am blessed, indeed).
And, happily , Beloved shrugged off any associations with the Batshittiness of the past 3 weeks and remains just as lovely (and wearable) as ever! I thought it might carry some residual ick but she said ‘bish, please. Ain’t no thang but a chicken wang’ (said in her best Jackie Kennedy whisper 😉
At some point I may share (and now? it’s kinda funny, so don’t WORRY)- but for now, just know that TG and I are fine, we are safe and I am not in jail. And since we are fine, safe and not in jail, we’d like to know what perfume is your protector? Have you ever needed one? Did the choice turn out to be one you didn’t expect? (I would’ve bet BIG money on No5 being The One – but it wasn’t). Lmk. TG and I will pull a winner and we’ll send you a scrab of Beloved.