Well, I don’t have a post on a specific scent this week. At the behest of my employers I don’t wear scent to the office so I’ve spent the week playing with old favorites after office hours (One time I think I horrified a UPS guy by signing for my new topsiders after having just applied from a sample of JAR Fermez Tes Yeux with it’s full zombie apocalypse wedding glory.) Another day it was a bit of a sample of CB I Hate Perfumes 7 Billion Hearts, all cognacky vanilla and sensuous musk. Then another day it was Frederick Malle French Lover, possibly one of the most well-dressed scents I own- it makes me feel like I’m wearing Savile Row even when I’m in flannel jammies, and yes, I did actually send away to France so I could have French Lover rather than Bois d’Orage. Because I like to call it “fwehnsh luvvahhh”, and Thunder Woods (Bois d’Orage roughly translated) sounds like a 70’s porn star.
So I’ve been mostly farting around and watching netflix streaming. My Bad.
One of my oldest pals always gives me the same birthday and Christmas gift. or at least has the last few years: shower gel, lately from Molton Brown. So far I’ve had a couple of the Orange & Bergamot (yum) and Gingerlily (not as yum.) I’m hoping that the Caju and Lime is in my future. There have beens side trips into Kiehl’s, which are always welcome. I actually purchased from Surrender to Chance a bottle of the Different Company’s Bergamote, which is delightful and I’m rationing. I received for free a bottle of Irish Spring exfoliation whatever for men, which didn’t really exfoliate that I noticed and had an unpleasant smell that lingered. I even got some bath products at the 99 cent store, just because.
I love to bathe, but haven’t gotten much of a chance to do it in the past years (I mean, I’m showering and all) since I no longer have my 1920’s era single on Oakhurst Drive. The downside was that it only had about four electrical outlets in the whole place but the upside was the tub: big enough for my rather tall self to really soak in. I even remember going through a minor earthquake in that tub, one that lasted long enough for me to actually make the decision to exit to the hall and watch waves form on the Floris-scented water.
My next place was built in the 50’s and had a short, shallow tub that try as I might to stuff things in the overflow outlet could not get the water more than two thirds of the way up my admittedly barrel chest and decisions had to be made to it’s lack of length as to whether legs or torso were going to be soaking; both at the same time were out of the question.
I’ve always wondered, why is it that as the population is getting taller (and I am not hallucinating this, I notice that young people these days are really tall- taller than I am and I’m just short of six three) the tubs are like birdbaths and toilets are three inches above the ground?
Personally, I blame Frank Lloyd Wright. Yes, he was a master architect and responsible for (IMHO) some of the most beautiful and exciting architecture ever created. But he also believed that his height at five foot eight was the perfect height and all his architecture should be scaled to him. Actor Jack Larson from the old Superman series has been quoted jokingly that it’s a good thing he’s short or he’s never be able to navigate his Brentwood Wright without hitting his head. Compactness was a Wright hallmark: halls were narrow, kitchens and baths tiny. I think developers took these parts of Wright’s architecture to heart, it not the actual art involved.
If I ever hit Powerball, the first thing I’m going to do is buy a place. The second is that if it doesn’t have a big enough tub, I’m going to put one in. One where I can be up to my earlobes in suds. Perhaps with a wave attachment.
Okay, what are your favorite bath suds? Or salts? Discuss in the comments..
Image: This N That by Bette Davis (which you should read if you haven’t already) from Amazon.com