So This is Elijah..

Sorry this popped up early- I don’t know what I was thinking. One day I will learn my numbers..

So since you didn’t dislike the last Very Special Episode/ Civics Lesson I will start the third and final chapter in the Elijah Saga with another.

Not mine, but the same

This one also involves my dear departed friend. My friend was always late. Like 45 minutes to an hour late. I am pathologically on time so this used to drive me bats. In any case we were going to meet and I was going to drive her to some open house thing she wanted to go to in Santa Monica Canyon. You could get there by bus, but it was not the most convenient. I was baking cookies for the opening night of a play I was working on with a different friend and thought that this was a better solution than cooling my heels waiting for her. She could call me when she got to Neiman Marcus and I could pick her up there. With cookies even. So I pull into the red zone, she comes dashing out of the AC and jumps in and off we go.

My dear, departed BFF

About three feet before we’re pulled over.

Now the stated reason was stopping in the red zone to let a passenger in. Which was I am sure the case. Crappy old LeBaron with paint cancer on the hood stops in front of expensive store while woman comes out like she was shot out of a cannon and practically swan-dives into the passenger seat as they roar off. Now would we have been stopped if I was driving a new Mercedes? If my friend was a thin white girl in Juicy Couture? Ehhh, probably, because BHPD is smart enough to know that the real crooks are smart enough to get better cover. In any case, he told us not to do it again, we gave him a couple of cookies and went on with our lives.

And the other thing that automotive memory triggered was a star sighting. My crappy old LeBaron did not have AC (hey, I bought it used. It’s a convertible. Who needs AC?) It was also black. I normally took the bus downtown to my job but that day I needed to do some errands after. It was about 18oo degrees out and it was the sort of day were you could keep the top up and the windows open and pray for a breeze or put the top down and fry like an egg. I chose breeze. Being a nice, law abiding person I also chose to come to a complete stop at the stop sign at Clifton and Canon and let the pedestrian at the curb pass. She was a well-put-together lady in a suit that said “Chanel Couture” in a nubby, woolly whisper, matching navy and cream spectator pumps and gold chained handbag. She was perfectly made up and must have been hiding a Carrier air conditioner unit in her black poodle-cut to keep her from spontaneous human combustion on this blistering day. She gave me a charming nod for stopping for her, then crossed the street going west with a look of delighted expectation, as if something lovely was awaiting her at her destination.

It was Joan Collins, so it probably was something lovely. Likely champagne and caviar at the Beverly Wilshire.

Now- the last of the Elijah

REBEL ROSE they say is a rose on fire. I must have gotten there for the embers. It’s a nice rose with s cool edge but from something listing cumin, saffron, and patchouli leaf I think it could be a bit more, er, fiery. They say you should layer it with Wall Street. I think I would just buy a bigger Wall Street.

NIGHTCAP. Hoo boy am I giving you a glimpse into my wild old days today. This for all the world in the opening reminds me of the days back in the last millennium when I did go to clubs and actually did drink. We would drink beer because it was cheap and cadge shots of Jägermeister to go with them, dropping the shot in it’s glass into the glass of beer like Patsy with her Boilermaker.

Later on it’s all violets and vetiver but oh that opening. Between it and MUSE your friends might feel the need to 5150 you..

HAZE is “Transporting you to the perfect date night on a dark winters evening, seated by an open fire.” Date night? A cozy fire, roasting chestnuts, something caramel, and creamy and the slight, delicious musk of a well worn and well loved cashmere sweater. Smelling this good you don’t need a date. You just need a good book, Ella on the stereo and maybe a snowstorm outside the picture window, the snow almost, but not quite obscuring your view of Central Park. Sign me up.

So that is who Elijah is. There are several I would be happy to see in my Christmas Stocking (or heck I can put up a Labor Day stocking) Any of these seem like something you would like? Chime in in the comments.

Samples for these are available at the perfumer’s website. I purchased the 11-scent sample (and promptly lost the credit slip towards purchase. Boo hoo.)

Photos are my iPhone, Wikimedia commons and Pexels.