That’s right…. ME!!!! I am so jacked, I can’t even concentrate enough to do a review. A friend and I are going late October into early November. Not the best time for weather, but I far prefer bundling up and walking than wanting to walk naked, which with my aged, menopausal gams and abs is never a good idea. But the ticket is bought, we have the hotel or my uncle’s apartment, not sure which, and we are ready to go.
So for all readers who have been there before, tell me the top five things I have to sniff/do/see. I’ve got the list of all the stuff that we know I have to do, like:
- Worship at the altar of Caron
- bon marche
- Parfumerie Generale
- de rosine
- the perfume museum, if we can get in
Feel free to add to this list, it’s not comprehensive, just right off the top of my head. I’ll also make sure to go to the Louvre, Notre Dame, Chartres (I know it’s out a ways, but I need to go), Arc, no Eiffel Tower elevator ride, very afraid of heights. What else do I need to make sure I do, either sniffing or just sight-seeing? We have about ten days to fill, and I’m already certain it won’t be enough.
Okay, I think I did a quick review on Sarrasins before, but now I get to spritz with abandon and not horde two drops and try and parcel them out to my friends like drunks parceling whiskey at the monastery. It’s dirty in all the best ways. It’s all jasminey, slightly camphorous on the top, but there’s a definitely feral, musky undercurrent in it. The longer I had it on, and it lasted overnight, the more musky and skanky it got, leaving just faint whiffs of some wild indiscretion with someone I’ll never see again. Warren sniffed it for me, after I put it under his nose and said, “It’s a dirty bitch, isn’t it?” — love that my husband actually knows what I’m talking about when I say things like that. He sniffs, pulls back, says no, then sniffs again, closer to the skin and said, “What a slut!” Exactly. Not sure it’s for everyone, but it’s now my favorite jasmine, right up there with Montale Jasmin Full.
So in celebration of my impending trip (yes, it’s my first time to Paris, wheee!!!), let’s give away
two no, three samples of Serge Lutens Sarrasins in gleeful anticipation when I can get frowned at for wearing my Hollister sweat pants into that snooty little shop in the Palais Royale. So just drop a comment (please don’t e-mail me instead, those entries don’t count) in the comments below, and you’ll be entered!