Monday Mus(ette)ings

I promise there will be perfume in here – but not just yet.    Here are a couple of  mindless musings:

Due to an unfortunate incident on Hwy 6, involving a 40- foot manlift, a foolish old man in a minivan and my own deeply insane self, Mistress March and El O have decreed suggested that I should no longer watch Criminal Minds!  Waaaah!  Where will I feed my Paranoid Warrior side?  How am I going to scare myself to flinders?  Fine. My time is now free to consider other things such as:

Am I the last dog over the William and Kate Wedding hill?  Didn’t they just get engaged yesterday afternoon?  Where was I when all this was happening?  I must be too old to have them on my radar.  I remember buying my first color TV the day before Diana married Charles.  Got up at o’dark-thirty to watch the wedding.   Totally silly dress – but she was charming and became a lovely and gracious princess, who seemed to have such love for her sons.  I don’t know much about William and that’s  a good thing, right?   I wish them every happiness.

Flora was right. You can have anything you don’t want anymore.  Case in point:  Mallomars.  Every Year.  Want ‘em.  Got ‘em.  SixBeautifulSix boxes in the freezer.  Meh. (no, you can’t have them!)  I’ll fall in love again, come June.

Armand Assante.  It’s just ridiculous.  He’s only getting sexier and hottier. He’s the Helen Mirren of (male) Actors – we’re talking  age/hot-quotient here, not talent.

Okay!  On to perfume.   Folks are always surprised that I love soft Spring scents.  Hey, knife-wielding psychos can like The Pretty, too, y’know.   Now that I can smell iris I am falling head over heels with all sorts of variations on the theme, from chilly 28 La Pausa to the rooty-carroty Xerjoff Irisss (s).  They match the mercurial April weather, going from a warm breath of air to a chilly blast of metallic, ozonic rain, in about the time it took me to type this sentence.  But none of them say iris ‘flower’  – a note  I hadn’t considered –I know I’m late to that party but it’s not like iris has been a big thing for me.  I couldn’t smell it, remember?  Then, some lovely, generous soul sent me a scrab of Donna Karan Iris.

It is Official.  I am hooked on The Pretty.   Robin reviewed it here and gets some interesting nuance.  I get a hit of rose and what smells like wisteria…then I get the iris (Robin got the iris first).   I sniffed it alongside one of those gorgeous sweet bearded purple irises and it doesn’t smell anything like that – what it smells like is what you’d expect an iris to smell like if you didn’t know what an iris actually smelled like. Donna Karan Iris is  a warm Spring day.  The pretty, MGM version.  Maybe with a chic hat.  There’s not one hint of aggression in this.  No broad shoulders or wire hangers.  I think I’m finally beginning to understand what the whole ‘buttery’ thing is about.  This has a tad of that carroty root thing in the middle, just enough to keep this from being zzzzzz-pretty and keeps it true to its name.  I could easily wear this whenever I wanted to enjoy being a girl..instead of a mace-wielding shrike – the Original mace, with the spikes – not the spray.  I do have my ‘pretty’ days, y’know…just not on Hwy 6, in the middle of a field.  Hey!  There could be psychos hiding in that minivan!

Available on the N-M website for $98/3.4oz.  I’ll be back in civ in a week or so, will see if it’s in-store.