Well, winter arrived here in the city of the angels in the form of our first big series of rain storms. Rain in the southland is always problematic: being in the worst drought in receded history we obviously need it,… Continue Reading
(forgive the scheduling issue, all my fault) So I am writing this on Thanksgiving, in the throes of a turkey-induced food coma. I didn’t cook, but I did purchase a dinner that, in the true American Tradition of Gluttony® was… Continue Reading
So Hurricane Portia has left the building. I of course mean “hurricane” in the best possible light: anyone who’s met Portia will tell you that it’s impossible not to be swept up into the vortex of fun. I was invited… Continue Reading
So today once again Los Angeles will be greeting the arrival of the lovely and talented Portia Turbo-Gear. This time Portia is with her partner and a friend. She had sort of made loose plans to get together for dinner… Continue Reading
Looking through my sample collection I came across a spray sample of Amouage Opus VII that I’d been ignoring for a while. It’s not that I was afraid that I’d hate it; quite the opposite. I was afraid that I’d… Continue Reading
Well I can’t win for losing. The allergies I had last week gave way to the flu this week. Fever, chills, the whole nine yards. Oddly, everything smells heightened: the soup I made smelled like socks, and the Fumerie Turque… Continue Reading
Well, I was going to write something about perfume but I got an a bout of allergies that screwed up the sniffer. Nose clogged and eyes watering to the point where concerned citizens offered counseling when walking down the boulevard.… Continue Reading