Patty White launched Perfume Posse in 2005, and we've been yapping on and on about perfume endlessly since.
…..really? You’re kidding, right? Marc. MarcMarcMarcMarcMarc! Know what day it is? This is Smack Marc Day. Not that you’ll care, as you jet your $100million self off to Paris/St Barts/Mars, while I struggle with the right Shift key on my ailing board. But I gotta say… …really? The rest, please…
Hi, darlings! I’m headed to Chicago to sample the Le Labos before they vanish for another two years (eager to try the Dubai Cuir-whatever ; the perfume boards are abuzz about this one). And I’m going to stock up on Mallomars! Did you know this marks the 100th anniversary of The rest, please…
Dear Mr Owner at Sunnyfield Greenhouse: When you got up last Friday, I’ll bet the last thing you were expecting was………me. Well, not ‘in the morning’, of course – it was near the close of last Friday’s gorgeous early Autumn day. I came in looking for miscanthus and a peach The rest, please…
This is going to be a lame-o post becauuuuse…oh, where to start? 1. I’m not yet focused on perfume because…I got six tons SIX TONS SIX TONS of topsoil! And 3 tons of mushroom compost. (my dad’s saying about defecation or losing my eyesight definitely applies here) 2. I am The rest, please…
This is a true story, I swear it! So the other night, I was tossing and turning, having the weirdest time…because I could not remember the Sultan of Oman’s first name! Seriously! I ran through the alphabet….no dice….dropped back into a light slumber..when suddenly I shot bolt upright in bed The rest, please…
Wow! I can’t believe it’s here! Summer was just yesterday. But yesterday’s gone. So ..Autumn it is. and, don’t tell anybody, okay? (but I kind of like it) Autumn brings with it some intriguing options for scent. Like Baby Bear’s bowl of porridge, it’s neither too hot nor too The rest, please…
My Dearly Beloveds, I’m….sorry. I am Just So Danged Sorry, Dagnabit! But…..omg. You wouldn’t believe how stuffed-up I am! Between the ragweed and the weedweed (not that kind of ‘weed’ – just weeding and chopping out ‘stuff’ in my little acreage)…my upper sinuses (the ones right next to the The rest, please…
