First, Chandler Burr is the new Perfume Critic for the New York times. I’m looking forward to reading that column. Has there ever been an official perfume critic before? It would be great if this starts a trend.
So what is the ultimate trashiest guilty pleasure on television? Big Brother 7 – All Stars, that’s what. I’m not even going into any details about it here because only a fan will apreciate the game that they play and everyone else will be pretty sure I should seek mental help. Usually at this point in the summer series, I’m over it and just waiting to find out which of the worst remaining in the house will win because I hate them all. This year, some of the best players ever are still in the house, playing each other, and it’s become a pretty entertaining trying to figure out who is playing what or whom, and the Evil Dr. Will is gorgeous and the most manipulative liar in reality TV history, which is super-fun to watch.
My attention has been elsewhere the last couple of weeks as that game finally got good, and I’ve been ignoring my perfume addictions. If there are other BB7 addicts, just let me know.
Newest love — Serge Lutens Encens et Lavande. I adored Gris Clair, surprisingly, because I don’t like lavender in perfume normally. When I got my hands on some Encens et Lavande, I was a little more optimistic, and…. wow. It takes my breath away. A stunning incensy lavender, this just rocks. I wafted it under the hubby’s nose, and he’s been following me around since then.
Got my Cuir Amethyste. Ditto what March said, this has to be spritzed. Between the leathery violet around my neck and the incensy lavender on my arm, I smell dreamy, like a place full of memories with just a tinge of regret.