Once upon a time, my youngest son was 4 years old, and his preschool had one of those yearly fairs to raise money. If you’re a parent, you know the ones I’m talking about. You also know that every fair has a game where the little tots win goldfish. They put the goldfish in the plastic bag, full of water, on a nice hot day, and send you home with it. They hate parents, obviously.
Alex won two fish that year. He was so pleased, and we took the fish home, got a fishbowl, and he stared and stared and stared at them and shooed the cats away. Reluctantly he toddled off to bed (meaning, we drug his crying butt to bed and made him stay put), still delighting in his new fishy friends. Up early the next morning, all the fishy friends were swimming very strangely and… well, not really moving when they swam, with their little bellies pointed to the sky. We quickly disposed of said dead fish via the automatic water to sewer contraption (flushed the suckers). Alex woke up that morning, after the flushial, and was just inconsolable. His dad, trickster lawyer that he is, proceeded to lie to the child about where the fish went while I went into the other room and sighed and rolled my eyes because I knew this was going to be trouble (this is also why we are divorced). He told him the fish died and that they went to heaven. Alex was very, very interested in how they got there, did they walk, fly, swim, what, and this conversation went back and forth with the 4-year-old drilling the grown-up attorney while I was busy stifling my laughter in the kitchen.
Finally, his dad committed to the “fact” that the fish “flew up to heaven,” and Alex then turned, knitted his teeny brows together and said, “Well, if they flew up to heaven, how did they get through the front door?”
Best . Moment . of . My . Marriage
When I first put on Parfum des Merveilles, I was struck by how different it was from Eau des Merveilles. I was expecting something the same, but the parfum is full-on salty ambergris, hot, earthy. Eau des Merveilles wafts and trills, and Parfum des Merveilles whacks you over the head with how beautiful it is. Notes of elemi, bitter orange, Italian lemon, Indonesian pepper, pink pepper, ambergris accord, oakwood, cedarwood, vetiver, balsam of Peru, benzoin. It brings up beaches and snorkeling and sun and sand and salt and and a too-short vacation to the Turks and Caicos.
It is fish and heaven.
Giveaway this week! A sample of Yosh’s Whiteflowers and Parfum des Merveilles. Just drop a note in the comments that you’d like to be in the drawing, and you shall be!