Today I’m participating in joint holiday blogging with All I Am – A Redhead, ChickenFreak’s Obsessions, EauMG, The Muse in Wooden Shoes, Olfactoria’s Travels, Perfume Journal, and Undina’s Looking Glass. We are following a tradition begun by Redolent of Spices and Scent of the Day. If you’re interested, you can check out last year’s O Tannenbaum-themed posts. The theme this year is Ghosts of Perfumes Past, Present, and Future.
If you’re very lucky, you have a legendary friend. I do. We first met when he was 16. He drove a late-model suburban sedan covered in bumper stickers, had dorky hair, and was completely himself. Everyone loved him. These days, not much has changed except that his awesomeness is recognized on a bigger stage, so more people love him. I often ask myself how, exactly, one person can possess so much talent and likability. But it’s simply not possible to hold anything against him. He’s earned every ounce of good karma that comes his way with humility, hard work, and the sort of kindness that can’t be faked. A few months ago we were talking about perfume, and he mentioned that he wore Fahrenheit for years. I thought this was strange, since I never associated it with him. The next time I was at a shop, I sprayed Fahrenheit on the tester strip, and sure enough … I practically hugged the bottle.
I am completely obsessed with Enlevement au Serail, a Francis Kurkdjian creation for Parfums MDCI. It is spicy/creamy, sumptuous/angular dichot0mous floral goodness. I will wear it at Christmas, and it will be amazing.
Sometimes everything is perfect. I smell a carnation perfume, and I beg a sample because my mom might like it. I walk down the street behind a man wearing Grey Flannel, and I giggle into my sleeve that my husband’s scent twin is an 80-year old man walking a bilious dachshund. I clock a bottle of Miss Dior in a shop, and I stop to see if it’s the original without the “Originale” that a perfume-friend is looking for.
That perfect time is right now, and I know it’s wrong, but God I hope somehow these things never change.
Thank you, much loved reader-friends, for keeping me company on APB this year. I hope your holidays are warm and toasty, and your new year is full of love, good health, and perfume. <3