First, I really need to say ‘thank you’ to all of you who took the time to comment on my Bruno post last week. I’ve read every single one of them – a couple of times. Seriously. Your words of support & sympathy mean so very much to me. I would have one of those ‘missed step in the dark’ moments and the resultant suckerpunch feeling….and before I could get too freaked out I would go back to your comments and …well,it just felt better, y’know? So, again, thank you.
Much better this week, mostly. My bfffe came down this weekend and we had a great time doing Absolutely Nothing. On Sunday El O and I rode her back halfway home – and this is where the ‘smells’ come in. We rode down to Henry IL and then across the bridge, to do the Illinois River run back up north to Rte 89. Summertime on the River. I got the sideye from El O because I was so far behind them but …wow! I got gobsmacked in the nose! The scent shifts so drastically, the moment you leave the monoculture of the corn/soybean fields and enter the woods and marshes that line the river area. Industrial corn and soy fields really don’t smell like much (unless they’ve just applied spray, in which case it smells like pesticide). But there’s no taming a riverbed – and it’s not an easy smell to identify, either, perhaps because it’s not just ‘a smell’. There’s the woods that usually line the general river area and depending upon where they are, they can smell divine…or manky as hell. None of those intriguing smells are something I would want in a perfume. But not everything has to be a scent to wear, right? Sometimes, it’s fine just to smell stuff, like manky riverbeds. And rivers in this area are not fast moving, so there’s plenty of opportunity to mank up. The Big Muddy is 35 minutes west of here and I swear to you, there are days I could swear I’m smelling it, in all its silty glory.
And corn. right now we’re in Early sweet corn season – those little poppy, pale, sweet ears…so delish! I could eat a bazillion of them, with those little poppy kernels. And they smell SO ….Summer. But I don’t want to smell like them. Is there a corn-scented perfume? Some of you (March) love that tomato leaf smell….corn? I dunno….
I was going to review a perfume this week but, to be honest, I’m still not quite up for the challenge. Perfume reviews actually require focus, at least they do if you are going to give it the time and respect it deserves (and I think it does – if you’re gonna do it, do it right). So …hang in there with me. I’ll focus up in short order. Also? Not excusing myself but…it’s freakin 98F here – or at least it feels like it. I am wearing a lot of Jean Nate, as I battle weeds in my new borders and mirror veg garden. Lots of weeds. Lots of Jean Nate. Lots of showers. LOTS of showers.
I did wear Lyric extrait (over the body creme) last night. Holy Cats and Crackers! I’d never tried the extrait – or the creme – in extreme heat. WOWZ! I’ve always been on the knife-edge of love with Lyric. I wear it a lot, appreciate its beauty. But I had no idea what the truth of that beauty was, until I wore it in heat. I yabble on about perfumes that work in the heat a lot, don’t I? Well, it’s a really interesting concept to explore and fragrances designed to perform in extreme heat really do expand and blossom. I may wear the bejeezus out of Jean Nate while I’m weeding (and I suspect the oil in the splash helps a lot) but it’s pretty linear. Lyric? You haven’t experienced it until you wear it in 90F. something tells me I’ve said this before. Well, alrighty then. It’s definitely one that bears repeating.
Okay – I’m done boring the toenails off you for this week. I promise I’ll be back up and running soon. I adore you all and thank you for your kindness and patience.