Hey, y'all! I wanted to trot out my new bag and a fabulously floppy hat for these crisp, sunny days we've been having lately, so I threw on a reliably pretty vintage dress in a neutral print, some tights and a pair of peep-toed shoes that took the look to a fun, sassy level. Also, we found a massive dead tree branch on our little walkabout! YAH!
You might find it amusing to know that I first tried to sit on that smaller branch I'm leaning on up there. It broke after about 2 seconds and I fell right on my ass in a big pile of dead leaves, while M had herself a good bellyaching laugh in the safety of the manicured green lawn you can't see. You can see where it disappears below, leaving only a jagged stub behind. I managed to recover...
I'm trying to think of what's new since I last posted!
- lovely visits from friends at home - one involved baking shortbread and another very in-depth lessons in eyeliner!
- football madness - since I was raised on the 49ers, the NFC Championship Game was a BFD - sadly, we lost
- finished reading Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex for book club (not for the faint-hearted)
- began reading The Faster I Walk, The Smaller I Get, written by a Norwegian author and given to me by M
- attended my sweet cousin's delightful baby shower sans tomboy, only to find the soiree dotted with them after all!
- dove into a new bottle of perfume, Crystal Noir from Versace - but more on that later
- received copies of Luca Turin's perfume guides as well as After Claude, which is deliciously mean (so I hear) - can't wait!
So, I said I was going to get back into the business of discussing perfumes soon and here we are. This newest bottle of Versace Crystal Noir was a Christmas gift from the tomboy, more or less. (She originally bought me a bottle of Bright Crystal, which she'd already done before and somehow forgot. I'd been admiring it from afar and so handily swapped Bright for Noir and called it a day!)
First things first, I love the absurdly dark, heavy, gaudy bottle. It looks fantastic on my perfume tray, lurking moodily among slender Kenzo Amour or the austere Chanel No. 5 and Serge Lutens Chene, towering over a suddenly wan-looking bottle of Flowerbomb (which is of course shaped like a crystal grenade). Its contents are another story entirely.
Perfumes: The A-Z Guide, says that Donatella Versace provided creative direction for this scent, and proceeds to dismiss it as a "trashy white floral" (an improvement, believe it or not, upon Bright Crystal's two-word assessment: "hideously screechy" - ouch!). The notes are gardenia and tuberose, as well as amber. Out of the bottle, I suppose the florals do exit the vehicle with a somewhat jarring crotch shot, teeter a bit, and then - at least with my skin - hit their stride on the drydown, which becomes a wonderfully creamy, soft dusty musk. A hint sweet. Folks are split on this - either it's bug spray or bombshell mystique, but to me it's like snuggling up to the tomboy in a fancy dress, murmuring dreamily while half-filled glasses of champagne sit neglected on the bedside table, sunrise teasing the sky lighter by the second. A cozy, familiar sort of ravishing. Lovely especially in cold weather.
Do tell me if you've got new loves in the fragrance world, I want to hear all about them!
Dress: Vintage Tights: Hue Shoes & Belt: Elie Tahari Bag: Cynthia Rowley Hat: Kathy Jeanne Earrings: Silver Crane Sterling Thorned Cuff: Made Her Think