MLK day was yesterday and is a holiday (well, a partial one; my previous employer did not give it off) so I made some plans including going to ScentBar for the first time in a while. Sadly, it was raining, so I couldn’t go. I know, other people manage to actually get things done in the rain and ½ the country was managing under crippling snow, but there you are. I’m a wuss.
So we are going to talk about the second purchase I made in the Penhaligon line, one that was a semi-blind buy: Bluebell. Now it’s not like I hadn’t smelled it before, or heard of it, so I sort of knew what I was going to be getting into. But even if I didn’t then that name alone would get me. Bluebell. It reads so innocent and spring-like, like fields of grass filled with fluffy bunnies wearing gingham and frolicking to some sort of upbeat classical music.
Well, it kind of is. Saks (where I purchased) lists the notes as “A touch of citrus at the top soon leads into a harmony of hyacinth, jasmine, rose, cyclamen and lily-of-the-valley, with cloves, cinnamon and galbanum for a unique green, spicy and bitter base beneath” I don’t get a whole lot of citrus on the top- for me it goes straight for the green, green grass of home in spring, complete with the lily-of-the-valley and hyacinth and yes, the slightly bitter bite of the base for the raw earth underneath. But just a touch- nothing full-on CB I Hate Perfume here. That might scare the bunnies. Or soil the gingham.
Bluebell was introduced in 1978 and according to the interwebs was a favorite of celebs as divers as Sienna Miller, Margaret Thatcher, and Princess Diana. It’s pretty much rocketed to the top as one of mine too, especially as a touch of spring on a dreary winter day. So, what do you wear for a dreary day?
Bluebell is available all over at the usual suspects. I purchased my bottle at Saks for $165/3.4oz.
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