Happy Friday and happy Poetry Month! Our community project for today: tell us about a favorite poem (or link to the text) and wear a fragrance to match.
What fragrance did you pick? As always, do chime in with your scent of the day even if you’re not participating in the community project.
I am an abject failure. I tried a couple times this week to look at poetry, but I am not in the mood for poetry. My capacity to make myself do (more) things I don't want to do is also severely impaired at the moment. So, zero points for me, despite this project having been my idea. But I do smell great, in Dawn Spencer Hurwitz Kaleidoscope.
Reminder: 4/10 is Siblings Day. Wear two fragrances that might be siblings, or wear one and tell us about the other, or wear a fragrance that your sibling wears, or interpret this project in any way you like.
And for those of you who like to plan ahead, see Scent of the day ~ Friday community projects 2020, where I'll try to always have the next five or six weeks mapped out in advance.
Note: top image is Magnolia in the rain. [cropped] by Bernard Spragg. NZ at flickr; public domain.
I’m wearing Myths Woman, because it smells of daffodils and is bold and strong enough to give me a feeling of strength.
No poetry from me. But I’ve just started reading Le journal d’un parfumeur by Jean Claude Elléna. I can’t even remember how I got the book but it is full of quotes. I may try and translate some of them into English and post over the weekend.
One of the things I’ve just read and that struck me is that he believes that perfume is neither male nor female or unisex, but that the wearer of the perfume gives it its gender.
I was victim to the idea of gendered fragrances for far too long, but eventually I came to see that there aren’t male and female scents, just good and bad scents, and that should be our only criterion in choosing what to wear. Hell, just weeks ago I bought a scent called Pansy, and having been called one, it’s something I would have shunned in the past: but the older I get, the less I care what people think of me, and if I want to wear a floral then by god I am going to wear a floral.
?? Love this! Is that Lush Pansy?
Yup. It’s really nice and, ironically, quite unisex by almost anybody’s standards.
Why not, I used to wear a lot of men’s fragrances when I was younger and more boyish and slim.
I love that concept of determining for ourselves how we want to perceive a perfume.
JCE flips that around: the gender of the scent is determined by the wearer, I just posted the original quotation in French.
But your statement is equally valid. It’s all relative.
“Les codes de la mode sont inventés pour être transgressés, pour qu’on joue ; aussi je ne crois pas Aix parfums féminins, masculins, mixtes ou unisexes. Ce sont les gens qui les portent qui leur donnent un genre.
Aix should be aux!
I found Myths beautiful in a melancholy sort of way; I’m glad it gives you strength.
I really like JCE’s philosophy, thanks fir sharing that! Too bad I don’t like any of his perfumes : (
My poem is by Housman, whose work I love so much.
The night is freezing fast,
To-morrow comes December;
And winterfalls of old
Are with me from the past;
And chiefly I remember
How Dick would hate the cold.
Fall, winter, fall; for he,
Prompt hand and headpiece clever,
Has woven a winter robe,
And made of earth and sea
His overcoat for ever,
And wears the turning globe.
The last three lines in particular just *kill* me. So I am wearing Yves Rocher Homme Millennaire, which smells like earth and dead leaves and autumnal mortality, the closest I can come to wearing the turning globe while still being alive.
Robin, I bet nearly all of us looked at the current situation as an opportunity to improve ourselves and complete projects and basically work work work: I know I did. And I’ve been failing miserably at it. But this New York Times article (https://www.nytimes.com/2020/04/01/style/productivity-coronavirus.html?action=click&module=Editors%20Picks&pgtype=Homepage) makes the convincing argument that just taking care of yourself and others, and frankly staying sane, is all that we should expect of ourselves right now. Don’t beat yourself up!
I did not beat myself up, really, I just quickly admitted failure and moved on! I am not in the mood for poetry.
Last week or the week before, Kevin sent me a particularly dire poem by Constantine Cavafy. He sent it as a kindness, because he found it helpful or meaningful, but I found it so dire I won’t even repost all of it, although you could find it if you wanted just by the first line:
One monotonous day is followed
by another monotonous, identical day.
Anyway, I said ack, don’t send me such dire things, so he sent me instead the lyrics to Tomorrow from Annie, ha.
Tee hee hee. And a further window into life behind the scenes at NST. I appreciate all of you so very much.
Wonderful poem and I enjoyed that NYT article, too.
I think the YR Millennaire fragrances are two of the best they’ve ever made. I love both the men’s and women’s, fall favorites of mine. I shall always think of this beautiful poem when I wear Millenaire in the future. Thank you!
I’m wearing another hyacinth fragrance Demeter Wet Garden. I think that I’m switching my self scent project to exploring all the scents that I have by one fragrance house at a time. First up is Hermes.
I could do a month of Hermes quite happily.
I picked Amouage Beloved Woman and Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
Poet twins.
Keats has a lot of great poems.
Oh Glannys, I have loved that poem for many years and you made a perfect perfume pairing! I read Dodie Smith’s I Capture the Castle for the first time as a teen and it features a quote from Love’s Philosophy. Just lovely.
So glad you liked it. I came across it only a week ago, because my choir is learning the song based on this poem. I immediatley decided to use it in this CP but had difficulty finding a suitable match. I considered First and Nocturnes (complex fragrances with a whole symphony of notes) but eventually decided that Beloved is the best choice.
I’m sure some people have seen this one floating around, written by minister Lynn Unger in N California. I thought it was a beautiful perspective.
Pandemic
What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.
And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.
Promise this world your love–
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live
SOTD is LAP La Chasse since I wore it last night and because it’s a hopeful perfume.
I don’t read a lot of poetry, but I do really love spoken word poetry. I think it’s hearing the emotion and inflection of the poet that make it really powerful to me. Thought I’d share one I really love:
https://youtu.be/qtOXiNx4jgQ
I had the thrill of interviewing Allen Ginsberg years ago: we got to the topic of the role of poetry in modern culture, and he said something that has stuck with me ever since. I’m paraphrasing, because it was a radio interview and never put into print, but he said, aren’t song lyrics poetry? And isn’t popular music one of the most important forces in modern culture?
So even not knowing it, we’re all imbibing a lot of poetry, all the time. Some of it is bad poetry: Sturgeon’s Law says (correctly) that ninety per cent of everything is crap, and that goes for popular songs, but there’s still some good poetry out there, all around us.
Very true. Thanks for this! And, omg! That must have been an amazing thrill! For what were you interviewing him?
He was in Halifax for a performance with Philip Glass, the closest thing I have to an idol, in 1990: I was working at the Dalhousie University radio station, and someone set up an interview with him the day of the performance, and did I want to do it? WELL OBVIOUSLY. It was supposed to be 15 minutes but I had been reading Ginsberg and his peers for a decade so I had a lot of questions, and we talked for a solid hour while the engineer just kept changing tape reels.
How cool Pyramus! I’m originally from Halifax so your story is a particularly interesting one to me… thank you!
You lucky duck! I love Ginsberg.
What a great opportunity! Very lucky. I hope you’ve got it recorded or written somewhere.
What a wonderful opportunity, thank you for sharing.
How beautiful. Thank you for sharing this.
Love this. Thank you!
That’s beautiful. Thanks,
And you smell like Spring in all it’s glory.
Lovely poem! Thank you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Se1tBljcU-w
I also like spoken word poetry and I think it was you who went to a performance of Wild Dogs Under My Skirt a couple of weeks back? I thought you might like the performance by Tusiata Avia, the poet herself.
Yes, I did and loved it! I’ll watch that, thank you!
❤️ beautiful, thank you for sharing it
I love your honesty, Robin. The project has made me like poetry a bit more and I am not a poetry person much. So, there’s that?
I don’t have a favorite poem not even close to one but..I do have a sample of Poet’s Jasmine..so..do I get points for wearing? Lol.
You know you are a perfumista when you have a dream about being in a department store and are giving perfume purchasing advice. In my dream, a lady was going to buy Chanel Chance with her tax return money and I said, “No, no, no..” Then she said, “But it’s the extrait” and had a fancy bottle to put it in. I said, “No, but I like your bottle”. LOL
Oh I am glad! I read a lot of poetry when I was younger and I still have a shelf of books that survived my last cull, but I admit that when I started pulling out volumes they were quite dusty
Chin up Robin!
SOTD Shalimar!
Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
Picking my favorite lines from “Like This”
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the night sky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this?
If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.
Philip Glass wrote a chamber opera with lyrics from the poetry of Rumi, and he set “Like This” to music, if you’d like to listen to it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oDvLI4T8zo
Thanks for sharing!
I saw him perform at Carnegie Hall..
I saw Monsters of Grace in Toronto. The audience was extremely tepid but I leapt to my feet and applauded the hell out of the performers and Mr. Glass. The production may not have been everything that Robert Wilson wanted (I liked it just fine) but the music and singers were ravishing.
No worries, my chin is up! Plus, just scored 4 pints of our favorite ice creams, so the day is going well so far
Ooh, nice!
Tell us about your favorite ice cream!
My husband and I both love Graeter’s Black Cherry Chocolate Chip, and I also love Jeni’s Salted Peanut Butter Chocolate Fleck. Snagged 2 of each so was very happy.
Ohhhh Jeni’s. Does everyone know they deliver? It’s expensive but aren’t we all saving money by eating at home all the time?
Seriously, they deliver pints? I did not know!
Black cherry chocolate chip?. A favorite of mine as well. Someone needs to write a poem about it. Lol.
Oh. My. God. Salted Peanut Butter Chocolate Fleck? What is this wizardry???? You DID score!
I’m very familiar with both of those being from Ohio! I am a huge Jeni’s fan, and I really love that Salted PB Chocolate Flecks that used to be called The Buckeye State. My always fave Jeni’s is Pistachio & Honey.
I have never seen the Pistachio & Honey here! When I do, trust me I will buy it.
But also Jeni’s is really expensive here, much more than Graeters, and they don’t seem to ever mark it down. So it is a “treat” ice cream, not a staple.
Perfect perfume match!
I saved the best for FriYAY
This is a beautiful choice!
It has been nice opening this book everyday.
I am limiting my news in take, which means I only read part of our newspaper. So opening this poetry book has been a breath of fresh air.
Rumi really is the poet of longing for love, thank you for sharing.
Perfect match of scent and poem.
I love how real you are, Robin! Same, same, same (!!!) on mood and the challenge of doing stuff, all kinds of stuff right now.
SOTD (and we’ll see if this lasts till noon as it’s not on the ‘keep the peace’ list of scents): Cuir d’Ange
It’s Friday and yet it feels like it could be any other day. How are all the NY’ers out there doing? Heavy and sobering times. Grateful for friends, for a good employer and of course my family xoxoxo
I knew it was Friday because that is now my grocery day
Would also like to hear how people in the cities are doing. Even in my suburban neck of the woods, the experience of grocery shopping has really changed in the last few weeks, from unusually friendly 2 weeks ago (lots of smiling and chatter), to a bit less so last week, to “I’m in my bubble stay away from me” this morning.
I’m in a small city (100K or so) in a province with fewer than 100 cases total, but we’ve clamped down tight to keep it from getting any worse. The nearest supermarket — walking distance, no bus for us — has limited the number of people inside to 125 at a time, and so there was a 15-minute lineup outside (in the windy cold but we’re Canadians, we can endure it). All the aisles have arrows of tape on the floors so it’s one-way traffic, and if you linger too long in a particular section (I couldn’t find the kosher salt, because there wasn’t any), you will likely get some glares from the people behind you, but nobody’s pushing and shoving. Not friendly, but not hostile, either: mostly it’s a sort of resigned patience.
We also have designated Friday as our grocery day, although we may have to go out again tomorrow, because I need that salt.
Hope you find some! That’s not something a person can go long without.
Wow, that is much more organized than here…here, people were self-limiting the number of people in any aisle, and being kind about waiting until others are done with an area in the produce & dairy sections, and there were taped off areas to wait for a check out. That’s it.
Oh, this grocery chain (Loblaws/Superstore) is taking it EXTREMELY seriously. All the checkouts have taped-off lines every six feet, and the lineup outside has spray-painted lines as well. Just inside the door are foot-pump hand-washing stations, and there’s an employee sterilizing all the shopping-cart handles as soon as they’re returned. They’re clearly doing it right.
Sounds like it.
I really like that idea! I would also fail miserably – I ALWAYS have to run back and forth across the store for things I’ve forgotten.
From a comment on the DC area Capital Weather Gang blog:
“We made it to the stores yesterday for much needed supplies. Costco is incredible with a person spraying down the shopping carts outside from a backpack sanitizer sprayer. You then take the cart that’s been cleaned and walk towards signs that read only two people per card allowed in. The person checking your ID is behind a plexiglass shield. Reminders through the store to stay 6 ft away. Not many people and the store was being cleaned by people as you walked through. Got paper towels and water but no TP. No wipes or bleach either. Didn’t need it anyway.
“Wegmans…lots of hand sanitizer around to spritz yourself. They wiped the conveyor belt between customers and made you wait until the previous customer went through.”
Not strictly urban but shows the seriousness, in better-resourced stores at least.
Wegmans…and I hate it when a shopper stands in front of the eggs section pondering what to buy
Wegmans here — smallest store in the chain, no kidding, and also now the only grocery store in our city of 13,000 (we have a Super a Walmart but it is not walkable for anyone, although people do try, at great risk) is doing okay but not really dealing with with congestion in the aisles. Most people are being self-aware and trying to keep distance, but when I went this week there was a traffic jam cause by one clueless person. I ended up backing my cart away and taking a detour so the young Mennonite mom and baby nearby could get through.
Although thankfully it’s not as bad in Montréal as NYC, I’m extremely sick of being locked up in a tiny flat vs. my house with a garden in San Diego. But I had no choice, had to go where the health insurance is. The weather is cold, windy & rainy so it’s not as if I’m missing anything outside right now, just feeling depressed.
That is hard cazaubon. I so want to be where there is sun and a non-shared or crowded outside space. Terrible to have to leave one.
Thank you Amy. Hoping for sunnier days for both of us.
So sorry you are feeling down, and keeping my fingers crossed that you get better weather.
Was reading some of Edgar Allen Poe’s poetry last night and was thinking of wearing De Profundis. But that might be a little too depressing for a sunny day. Wearing L’heure de Nuit instead, just a little dab on the back of one knee.
Lol I posted quite a dreary poem of his yesterday..and maybe given what’s happening in the world..Poe might not be for everyone. I do enjoy his writings, however. The Pit and the Pendulum was my first Poe read as a teen and was mesmerized. Lol. I would want a nice, dark anise/licorice scent with a Poe book..Black Vines? Sounds good to me:).
Halloween by DSH is a great anise perfume with a warm, cozy, comforting feel. It’s one of my favorites on my boyfriend and I think it fits Poe well.
“The Raven” was my first exposure to Poe and another poem my mother read to us as children. Again it may seem an odd choice but we absolutely loved the sounds and rhythms.
I have seen multiple mentions of Lui here in the last couple weeks and must confess I have a sample of it I never tried.
I am going to hunt it down in my Closet of Shame and will report back…!
LOL! at closet of shame!
Notes from Fragrantica are…Top notes: pear, clove. Heart: benzoin, carnation. Base: leather, vanilla, musk, smoke
I am getting mostly carnation and leather right now…hoping for more vanilla as it unfolds…
Neimans is having their beauty sale if you need a bottle of Lui
Psst, Fragrancenet has it on the relative cheap. And you know to search for it in Fragrantica first, then click on the ad to get a higher % discount…
There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold…
https://youtu.be/RD1KqbDdmuE
Oops! Sorry!?
Robin, I’m sure you are listening to poetry every day with Bob Dylan ?
At one time, I thought I was a poet, then one day, I realized I never want anything I wrote to be read after I’m gone, so I threw it all out. My mom had a favorite poem written on an index card, I was going to use that today, but couldn’t find it, as it is in a safe spot, lol.
Thunking Bengal Rouge today. Second day of sun?
Lol!
https://youtu.be/xXlYt5JCrZw
Stairway is a brilliant piece of poetry, IMO ??
And I didn’t open your YouTube link since I thought it was the actual song, lol. Great minds ?
??
Ha, yes I am! Nobel prize winning poetry no less
I am jealous that you ever thought you were a poet, I could never write poetry. But I am sorry you threw it all out.
Well turns out, I was NOT a poet, and didn’t know it! Now, I think I’m a comedian ?
Do share a joke?
Ok that was a joke, lol only half way here today lol.
Ha! Don’t worry, I won’t be quitting my day job.. oh wait, what day job??
When the public reading (& recording) of “found” things gained in popularity some years back, I became horrified and haunted that somehow my many years of diaries might end up in the public sphere. I destroyed all of them (I probably kept the little kid ones; have no idea where they might be, though.) No regrets. Just having them around was already making me paranoid; I didn’t want anyone to run across and read them, including me.
So I support you in tossing your bad poetry!
Thanks for your support! I also destroyed journals/diarys. I just try and keep everything in my head now. Probably why I can’t remember anything now, lol.
I don’t want anyone to read them, but I can’t throw them away, either. I guess I’ll have to deal with this, someday.
Fortunately, my handwriting is so bad that most likely no one would even try.
Many revered authors instructed their loved ones to burn their papers upon their death. History is grateful that many of those loved ones didn’t follow through. I guess the moral of the story is: if you want something done, do it yourself?
But I know the feeling; I have tried off and on to write song lyrics and it’s just always terrible and I want no one to read them ever.
Lol! My senior year of high school Stairway to Heaven was on the radio every half hour or so it seemed. It was the theme of my senior prom. I love love love Led Zeppelin but StH remains my least favorite LZ song.
All my middle school dances ended with Stairway. Every once in awhile I will let it play, if it comes on the radio, but I usually change the station.
YES — always the last song.
?I swear, I *cannot* listen to Stairway without a tiny “Denied!” in the back of my mind.??♀️
I hope a poem comes to you that you feel like writing down and leaving behind.?
Happy FriYAY y’all!
I’m also not in a poetry mood, but that’s ok….this mood won’t last forever!
I overslept so had to do a 5 minute get out the door routine (I really need to stop oversleeping!), so I sprayed Bath and Body Works Bora Bora Citrus Surf and kept running! Starts out smelling like an orange lifesaver and then fades to nothingness pretty darn fast. Tonight I’ll do something with more intent! Have a great weekend everyone. Do something FUN at home, try to relax, and remember we are all in this together!
I need to stop staying up so late myself! Makes the morning much less relaxed.
I forgot about the community project today so I don’t have a poem for Une Rose Chypree, though I’m sure one must exist somewhere.
I’m sure there must be, and you smell stunning, I haven’t worn mine in al long time.
William Butler Yeats, The Second Coming. Perhaps a bit obvious but seems appropriate for this strange time.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
SOTD is Aftelier Parfum Privee, only a few tiny drops left. It has the surge of a great poem, and the depth.
Love WBY — that was one of the books I was leafing through the other night
There is a very strong imagery in this poem. Impressive.
Dior-dior for this beauty by Sara Teasdale. Diorella would also have done – maybe better? is there more wine of grief in it? – but they both are gold, and I wanted something Special.
ALCHEMY by Sara Teasdale
I lift my heart as spring lifts up
A yellow daisy to the rain;
My heart will be a lovely cup
Altho’ it holds but pain.
For I shall learn from flower and leaf
That color every drop they hold,
To change the lifeless wine of grief
To living gold.
Loved it Regina, I think Dior-Dior suits the melancholy.
I love your poem selection. I don’t know Dior-Dior or Diorella, but it makes me think of Mitsouko.
I’ll circle back with a poem after I’ve shaken off the morning cobwebs, but so far my SOTD is just a few drops of Huile Prodigieuse that I ran through my hair to tame frizzies (the curly girl version of brushing one’s hair). Today is supposed to be our last day of sunshine for at least a week, so I’m headed out to do a neighborhood scavenger hunt with my son — we’ll be looking for colorful things that we can make a rainbow out of back home.
Lovely! Both the dry oil and the scavenger hunt. My son & I did a teddy bear scavenger hunt in our neighborhood yesterday – I think yesterday was our last day of sunshine for a while.
What a great idea!
“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
-Yeats
Very nice.
Lovely.
I think I need to read more Yeats.
Ha! Poem twins! :^)
Guerlain Angelique Noire. No poem – just trying to find the beauty in the day. I took a walk this morning and on one street walked through a canopy of cherry trees in blossom where petals sprinkled the way before me.
There’s a Housman poem that begins, “Loveliest of trees, the cherry now….”
They are beautiful trees. I grew up on a cherry and apple orchard and love both, but I had a favorite cherry tree that I would climb up and hang out in to read.
How charming!
I was given a framed calligraphy of that poem when I turned 20 (since “Twenty will not come again”) and it is probably tucked away in a closet somewhere in my overstuffed house. Hopefully Marie Kondo will never find it. Then again, I might never find it.
;D
you smell amazing. I wore that one this week.
I had hopes of pairing a Dusita scent with a poem from Montri Umavijani, but I had a hard time finding poems online. So no poem, but I’m sampling Pavillon d’Or. This scent is a puzzler so I will withhold judgment for now. I’m not sure I could choose a poem that would go with it.
I hear today is Friday, so tomorrow instead of doing other people’s bookkeeping, I get to do my own.
But I’ll get out and do some hiking too.
I hope everyone can make it a weekend! It won’t always be Blursday
I really need to get going on the taxes this weekend! Which would actually make it a weekend since I can never find time during the week.
SotD Noir Exquis. Does it go with this poem? I dunno for other people, but for me yes.
This poem is about not holding on to things that can’t be – to friendships or loves or dreams that can’t be sustained – and finding love in what’s left. It seems like it might be bittersweet for some people, but I’ve always found this idea grounding and comforting, the tears more sweet than bitter.
Author: e.e. cummings
___________________
let it go — the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise — let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go — the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers — you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go — the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things — let all go
dear
so comes love
___________________
So pretty.
So hard to let go, sometimes, no?
Great choice, I’ve been working on letting go for the past year, surrendering to the way things are.
I’m staying on my theme this week, continuing with Song of Solomon, chapter 4 into 5. Wearing Bengale Rouge, with its myrrh and honey.
She:
Let my beloved come to his garden,
and eat its choicest fruits.
He:
I came to my garden, my sister, my bride,
I gathered my myrrh with my spice,
I ate my honeycomb with my honey,
I drank my wine with my milk.
Others:
Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love!”
Went outside last night to clap for healthcare and other essential workers for the daily 7 pm ritual. (Part of me wants to walk up toward NY Presbyterian this evening to do from there.)
I was waiting in our apartment lobby for my husband to return from a quick milk run when a resident came down to get his mail. He’s a friendly, if a bit strange man. He was wearing a mask but as he was talking to me and the doorman, he kept getting within my boundary limit. As I moved, he moved. It was so disconcerting, despite his mask) I went back outside to wait. Wondering if I will retain this new personal boundary limit forever…. (I like the guy, so I didn’t show my irritation. And, as I said…he’s a bit awkward in general.). I was more aware if my own reaction because he never got very close…
I have been sitting inside the past couple of days watching through the window as a neighbor, without a mask, chats with various people who have to be out working — a gas delivery guy in a mask, an electrician and a water guy from the city with masks — and getting way way too close, plus keeping them for way too long. I mean, they have to be out working and she’s . . . bored I guess? I find it very disconcerting and discourteous. Although what do I know. Maybe they are all happy to chat.
My little ones go out on our balcony to cheer everyday at 7, sometimes with a whistle, lately pot lids..they wave at everyone else on the balcony that we can see. They don’t understand but are happy to make noise.
So nice! I still haven’t heard it.
Yeah, I was wondering what will happen afterwards, too, re personal space. A food delivery guy knocked on our door last night (wrong apartment) and he was standing face-to-face with my husband, no mask, and I told them to step way back.
Eight sprays of Chamade!
I have no poem to share.
Except for this one.
Lol?
Perfect!
Love it!
NICE.
Clever!
Just a couple of oh too uncannily apt lines from Frank O’Hara’s “Song”:
“how I hate disease, it’s like worrying
that comes true”
(The rest is more hopeful:
“and it simply must not be able to happen
in a world where you are possibly
my love nothing can go wrong for us, tell me”)
Wearing Trayee to stave off the worry.
*possible
I did not know that one! “like worrying that comes true” — that will make me look it up later.
I don’t know much English poetry, just some Lewis Carroll or Shakespeare from school, so no poem today.
I tried to conjure summer with a heavy dose of Terracotta, which partly worked. Now having a Campari plus soda to begin the weekend.
All of that sounds wonderful! ??⛱
I’m in SB Smoked Ambergris today. Today’s poem is by Gerard Manley Hopkins, another favorite of mine:
God’s Grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed.
Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs–
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Oh, I love Gerard Manley Hopkins, and that poem is a beauty!
Love it, Deva. Thanks.
Like many of you, I’m not a regular poetry reader. In fact, my taste in poetry runs a bit more toward Ogden Nash silliness than to anything romantic or thoughtful. So my choice of scent today is PG Cuir d’Iris, for its early pickle-note silliness, and I offer this poem by said Ogden Nash:
The one-L lama, he’s a priest
The two-L llama, he’s a beast
And I would bet a silk pajama
There isn’t any three-L lllama
And then the author’s note that someone subsequently alerted him to the notion of a type of conflagration known as a “three-alarmer”.
Oh, this is delightful!
Love Ogden Nash! I’m posting my favorite of his below
? That’s great!
I picked my perfume, Annick Goutal Musc Nomade, by craving and have retrofitted a poem. From “The Wanderings of Oison” by Yeats: And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
lovely!
Excellent!
Almost five years ago, I went to a networking event that took place on a docked historical boat. There was food, drink, giveaways, and it featured an on-the-spot poet. He was sitting there with a type writer am’s would come up with a poem for the topic of your choosing. There was no set price, but I believe I paid $20 for my poem. The topic I asked him to write about was the scent of jasmine. Here’s what he wrote:
Particular Scent
from growth on vine
reaching for the sun
blooming in brilliant
green and white
the aroma carries from
fence to steel slow
simmer, the particular
scent of jasmine reduced
carefully and bottled
to spread amongst the
passing nose and
pull on passionate
strings.
June 17, 2015
Matthew D. Rowe
I’m pairing it with the gorgeous Diptyque Essences Incensee Jasmine from the same year.
Sale PSA: Need Supply Co. has 25% off everything. They’ve got some CdG, including Avignon and Zagorsk, and a few other perfume brands.
spontaneous poetry!
that’s a marvelous tribute to jasmine.
On my desk I have a vase filled with it,
perfuming the room.
I’m jealous!
wow! Amazing.
Thanks for the PSA
Mmm that Diptyque is so good.
That’s wonderful!
Really a nice poem
Wow, how great is that? And you smell fabulous.
I perused their website earlier. Because I need more candles, lol. I didn’t buy anything, yet…
Same for me, except they’re out of Boy Smells, so I started looking at perfume. I think I’ll resist though. And thank you!
SotD = La Chasse aux Papillons
✂️✂️✂️
You can cut
all the flowers,
but
you cannot
stop Spring
from coming.
???
Pablo Neruda
yes! Love PN
Pablo Neruda is wonderful.
Hey twin! We do smell delightful ?
Perfect pairing.
Love this!?
I can’t do most poetry these days, as it evokes too many feelings that I’m trying to avoid, so I’m not participating in today’s CP. I am wafting a large cloud on Absolue pour le Soir, and trying to decide if I need to go to the grocery store. I think I’m leaning toward “no.”
Recently I have been wondering why states whose projected need for ventilators (like Oregon) is less than the number on hand don’t offer some to states who desperately need them? It seems like common sense to me, but I am not a politician or an epidemiologist.
Wow. I didn’t know there were states in that position. The governor of NY agrees with you.
The pinned video on his Twitter account brings tears to the eyes.
I’ve found this website really informative. https://covid19.healthdata.org/projections
It’s only as good as the data they have and their assumptions, but helpful to see how the need for equipment might shift over time.
Foxbins, I did post a quick sniff review of the Saffron Spice perfume oil from Soivohle in the “confessions” poll.
Happy poetry month everyone, I hesitated between Victor Hugo and Shelley and the latter won, so here it is:
I met a traveller from an antique land – “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Wich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked him, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias King of Kings;
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Ozymandias Percy Bisshe Shelley
I would pair it with l’AP Timbuktu for the arid desert sands, can’t wait to read the everybody’s selections.
*which sorry for the typo.
The inscription on the pedestal in this poem has come to mind numerous times over the past few years, when I’ve been in areas that burned in the 2017 wildfires. Sometimes you’ll happen upon a huge iron gate and a sweeping drive, lion sculptures and dry fountains on either side, everything bespeaking the grandeur of someone’s estate home that you’re approaching — only instead of grandeur there’s just a flat expanse of scalded soil and broken bits of concrete. A more tragic situation than Ozymandias’ fall, since we can assume the people whose mansion it was weren’t tyrants, but there’s still that terrible, ironic juxtaposition of a monument to one’s ego standing disused amid ruin.
You put it so eloquently Isabella, how unsettling what was left after those terrible fires.
This reminds me of my mother, who would just pop out with this and many other poems at random times.
She must have been a wonderful woman.
I once read that Mick Jagger read a poem by Shelley at Brian Jones funeral, so of course I had to search out Shelley poems. Lol, it probably wasn’t even true.
Yes, Lillyjo, the story is actually true, it was Shelley’s Adonais.
Very apt choice, Aurora!
Thank you nozknoz!
Rainbow duly constructed of flowers and leaves from the neighborhood, I’m now in Aftelier Honey Blossom, and it reminds me of the greeness and goldenness in Dylan Thomas’ poem Fern Hill, which I’ll link here as it’s fairly long:
https://poets.org/poem/fern-hill
Honey Blossom is fantastic. I was lucky to win a sample of it from CaFleurebon years ago, you smell wonderful.
Dylan Thomas is so poignant.
Well, I forgot about the CP and I can’t seem to concentrate on anything for very long these days, so here’s my favorite pithy poem by Ogden Nash:
God in His wisdom made the fly
And then forgot to tell us why.
Wearing a combination of Baghari and Passage d’Enfer, which smells really good.
I love those funny poems, reminds me of some German poets like Morgenstern.
Ah, I remember that one! And candy is dandy but liquor is quicker…that is the one that always comes to mind.
CP fail today but perhaps points for bottle porn?
SOTD = Guerlain 190 Ans de Creation: 1828 – 2018
https://www.instagram.com/p/B-h2PxDhl-g/?igshid=xtbxu9tcjvso
Some of you may recall the multi-month and international effort to find a bottle for me last year and it turned out that I got the last bottle from Saks via my Bergdorfs SA. While it’s the EDP and not the double absolu, I am perfectly happy with this one.
I am trying to remain positive as I wind-down week 3 of working from home. It will be a ways yet before we go back to the office and when we do, it will be different considering we probably will still be required to have the 6 feet distance and many of our offices have gone to a more space efficient / dense sitting arrangement and the 6 feet rule would effectively reduce the number of people allowed on a floor by 50%. My seat should be ok as long as the person next to me, which is shared by 3 people (and it is empty often) moves to the next seat and the person to my left, whom I have only seen 3 times all year, doesn’t show up anymore ?.
Ooh, gorgeous bottle!
That it is. Thanks!
It’s so beautiful! Sounds like it smells wonderful too!
Thanks and it smells wonderful.
Amazing bottle!
Also your rosary bracelet is beautiful.
I being remember completely wrong about how things would evolve after 9/11 — like SO wrong. So I am just living in the moment now and making a lists of things to deal with sooner (groceries) or later in order to get them off my mind. Take good care, hajusuuri
Thank you, nozknoz! I remember just feeling numb after 9-11; I did not think that was predicted nor was there an overwhelming blame game. Of course, measures were put in place to prevent it but there continues to be many determined to thwart those measures. Fast forward to “Life Under COVID-19” and we seem to have spread around a whole lot of we should have we could have but I honestly think no one really imagined how pervasive it is. At work, I’ve heard “why don’t we just dust off our pandemic plan?” – oh really, sure, except that plan is an alphabet primer with missing letters and what’s needed is a survival guide to the worst possible contagion, written by someone who knew it was coming and wrote a step by step manual on how to deal with it from beginning to end.
This is a great analogy. The beginning of the manual on epidemiology and disease control was quite clear but never funded. What to do if you’ve forgotten to do chapters 1-5 is uncharted territory. I do feel, though, that we can each make a difference in the outcome now, that we each have important roles to play. That is very different from 9/11.
I’m tweaking today’s cp slightly to focus on an inspirational quote rather than a poem. Nature has long been a source of both joy and comfort to me, and so it follows that the Native American spiritual philosophy and culture, with its respect for – and connectivity with – all forms of universal life frequently guide my days. And so I share a favorite quote from Bedagi (Big Thunder), Wabanaki Algonquin, 1900’s:
“The Great Spirit is our father, but the Earth is our mother. She nourishes us; that which we put into the ground she returns to us, and healing plants she gives us likewise. If we are wounded, we go to our mother and seek to lay the wounded part against her to be healed.”
I am reminded of a surreal moment in my life years ago when I stood at the top of a hiking trail and looked out, for the first time, at the Great Smoky Mountains, and knew I had come Home. Although I appreciate the beauty of the rocky and rugged mountains out west, it is the green, softly qundulating hills of the Smokies that touches my soul. I shall never forget that moment; I resisted a very strong urge to lay myself down and roll gently to the bottom of the hill, becoming one with Her embrace.
Three of my favorite fragrances exemplify this quote: YR Neonatura Cocoon – patchouli, dry cacao, and vanilla – it says ‘earth’ to me; Ted Lapidus Creation (vintage 1980’s parfum) – a burst of everything green, floral, earthy – optimistic and joyful;
And my choice for today: Dame Perfumery Earth Mother – patchouli for the earth, galbanum and sage for the green, just a tiny bit of floral – and a wonderful underlying touch of sweetness that comes with a Mother’s hug and soothes and heals my wounded soul during these difficult days.
Stay safe, stay well, stay home! Mother Earth is #inthistogether with us!
That’s a perfect perfume for that quote.
What a lovely post, thank you.
Thank you Laila!
What a beautiful recollection!
Happy Friday, NST!
I’m feeling somewhat nonconformist and mischievous, and I already have a slightly weird—adversarial?—relationship with poetry (I blame my AP English class back in the day), so for today’s CP you’re getting my favorite stanza from a beat poem by one Charlie Mackenzie??:
Woman!
Woe-man!
Wooooooah, man!
She was a thief
You gotta believe
She stole my heart and my cat
SOTD to match is Papillon Salome.??
Be well and have a lovely weekend, all!!
Ha ha, I love that one, especially the last line (of course)!
(Well, of course!) It really is a great line. Makes me laugh every time.
Ha! Yeah, that last line is great.
?Right!?
Excellent.
?Thanks!
https://youtu.be/Qae03boj7lU
Excellent!
YES!!!! I was afraid it might be a bit too obscure and no one would get it. Bless you, lillyjo!
I love that movie! We are Mike Meyer twins today!
I know—great minds!
Pam smelled like soup ? forgot that one!
Ha, so did I! But then I immediately remembered the beef and vegetable part.?
P.S. In honor of your poem for today, and in return, I’ll share my favorite Zep’s appearance in an enormously entertaining movie:
(at 2:05) https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=EkzRK182UP0
and
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ihjx3mX75y8
Awesome! Here’s mine
https://youtu.be/zl-CriM6vx0
This is fun!?
? …OK, in that case, have you ever seen Ocean’s Twelve?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_j9qAhXfNAU
Cracks me up every time.
This is so funny! (Ocean’s Twelve)
I’ve read some wonderful poems over the last few days, and I still have a few days to catch up on. Thank you everyone who shared a poem. I loved poetry when I was a student, and really haven’t kept up. Keats remains a favourite, along with Yeats and T S Eliot. I gravitate towards poems that evoke beautiful imagery, no gritty realism for me
I haven’t decided on my perfume for this morning, but I can still smell the last night’s Remember Me, my Jovoy purchase last year. It’s a beautiful autumn morning, the light is golden, Keats’ Ode to Autumn comes to mind. Apart from being a bit premature with Remember Me, the best I can match with that is Theorema, but I’ll save that for the evening and wear the lightly spicy Tea for Two this morning.
I might join you in Theorema later, my DSH is gone now.
I’ve just thought of another flippant take on poetry.
Baldrick’s war poems:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHSvKNQNzc0
Oh, I did love that season and have not seen it in ages.
Not with a bayonet through your neck you couldn’t — just perfect.
I’d rather French kiss a skunk ?
So good ?
It’s probably my favourite of the 4 Blackadders plus the ending of the last episode is so moving, and just not funny at all.
There are 4? I can only recall 3…I’ll have to see what I missed! The show was aired late night on public tv when I was in high school.
First series was set in the Middle Ages and is the odd one out. It has some great bits but is kind of lacking in drive.
Second was set in Elizabethan times, the third during the Regency period and the last during WWI.
Ah! I don’t think I ever saw the middle ages, I will have to look that up – thank you!
Song of the day: “World In My Eyes” — Depeche Mode
Poem of the Day: “To See A World” — William Blake
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
The rest of the poem can be found here:
https://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/blake/to_see_world.html
SOTD = Dior Dune EdT, from my bottle. It’s been a challenging scent to wear today. I am more in a mood for comfort scents, and will go right back to them tomorrow. Dune fits the mood of “To See A World” to a T, though.
However, some good news here. My brother started working for a new company on Monday. Layoff were happening at his previous place of business, and he decided to find another job while he still had a paycheck. He’s still getting used to the new ways of doing things, but he sounded rather upbeat when I talked to him last night. Also, he is still healthy. So is my mom.
Good news about your family. I love Dune and actually find it to be a very comforting scent, especially on gloomy, rainy days. I hope as it dries down it will bring you a measure of comfort too.
I almost wore Dune today! Great song pick and happy to hear your brothers news and that he and your mom are healthy!?
How wonderful about your brother and mom!
That’s very good news about your family!
Great mews about your brother and mom!
Bring in the Wine
Li Bai (Li Po) 701-762 AD
See the Yellow River, water rushing from the heavens
to the sea, never turning back
Listen, in high halls, to the weeping before bright mirrors;
Black silk at dawn, at dusk turned to snow
For happiness in this life, taste pleasure to the brim
And never let the golden cup stand empty before the moon
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
In place of wine, I’ll fill my days with perfume and celebrate this day and fragrant company with the intoxicating Auphorie Miyako extrait..
Beautiful! I’ll take a little bit of wine in my cup AND a drop or two of perfume ?.
I’m sure Li Bao would encourage that and then bring out more bottles. ?
I began with a perfume and found a poem. Probably the wrong way around. Just got a biggish decant of Promesse de l’Aube which I’ve been wanting a FB for some time now, but wanted to try out more before pulling that plug. (I’m still leaning toward it. MFK, he’s my man!) It’s promise of dawn, but I couldn’t find a good dawn poem that I liked. I find a lot of yearning and beauty in this poem and so I looked through some Sappho. She’s an acquired taste because the poems are mostly so fragmented and elliptical and hard to translate. But she’s tops at yearning! Here’s a nice one. I got it from a poetry website that didn’t say who translated it.
And their feet move
And their feet move
rhythmically, as tender
feet of Cretan girls
danced once around an
altar of love, crushing
a circle in the soft
smooth flowering grass
I have to include another one. This is so gorgeous. (Even though my perfume has peach and lemon not apple in it.)
Like The Sweet Apple
Like the sweet apple that reddens
At end of the bough–
Far end of the bough–
Left by the gatherer’s swaying,
Forgotten, so thou.
Nay, not forgotten, ungotten,
Ungathered (till now).
Wow, I just looked it up in Greek and discovered a different rendering.
At the end of the bough–its uttermost end,
Missed by the harvesters, ripens the apple,
Nay, not overlooked, but far out of reach,
So with all best things.
https://sacred-texts.com/cla/usappho/sph91.htm
Ok, I liked the first one better!
Yes, me too. Who knows. There might be variants of it that lean more in that direction. Let’s think so!
I wasn’t sure what to wear today so I went with SJP Lovely.
I just finished a research paper I’ve been plugging away at all week and *whew* does it feel good that have that done! I’ll treat myself to the last cold beer in the house this evening as a reward.
I’m not a sophisticated poetry reader, well I’m not a sophisticated person period, lol, but I do have one book of poetry in the house. Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends. Yep, a kids book. I think I’ve said this before, but if the house were on fire and I could save one book, this would be it. I got my copy when I was eleven and my parents and I had moved away from family to the north woods of my state. As an only child I spent a lot of time reading and listening to music. This book came to me at just the right time and it’s very, very special to me.
I’ll share with you one of my favorites called
Hug O’ War
I will not play at tug o’ war
I’d rather play at hug o’ war
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.
❤️?????
????Yay! I contemplated going to my copy for today, too.?
I’m wearing Givenchy Amarige Harvest Mimosa.
Another A.E. Housman fan, this one featured in the movie Out of Africa:
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
I am wearing PdE Aziyadé.
Not his happiest!
http://nzetc.victoria.ac.nz/iiml/bestnzpoems/BNZP11/t1-g1-t9-body-d1.html
Talk about overthinking: a New zealand poem? A perfume poem? An autumn poem? A poem that brings comfort? A shiet poem? A poem of resistance? A virus poem …Interferon Miroslav Holub poem….
So, a poem by a friend and poet, a South Island poem set on the dry Canterbury plains, think golden windswept paddocks surrounded by tall shelter belts of pine trees. Hot winds, summer.
Needs an almost dust bowl and resin scent but I am wearing Tacit.
Beautiful. The last stanza—wow! (Is that her voice reading it?)
I’ve been MIA here a lot, so just want to add a “hello” and hope you’re doing well.
Hello ratbag! All is well here ( if toilet paper in supermarkets is the marker of normalcy ). It is her voice and her readings are beautiful.
Hope you are well and enjoying spring and longer days, more sun, flowers and brighter days.
Oh, excellent. It’s the next best thing to attending a reading!
Glad to hear you’re well! (And that there’s TP on the shelves. Because, a shortage really is a sign—however odd—of something amiss, isn’t it?)
So far so good here. Wildflowers are blooming and bringing the welcome reappearance of hummingbirds. We have no shortage of sunny weather in fall or winter, but I’m genuinely thrilled that *direct* sunlight finally returned to my bedroom last week.
No poetry from me this week. It’s not that I dislike it, because I do enjoy it. No brainpower to look for something and create a pairing.
I’m in the last of the Sephora samples I got before everything closed: Jo Malone Silver Birch & Lavender, Wisteria & Lavender and Lavender & Coriander. Not one of them worked for me. The first had a harsh woody note, the second smelled vaguely of dill pickle and the third was too masculine on me. I smothered it all in AG Bois d’Hadrien, which somehow worked great! ?
Yay, makes me feel better that you didn’t like a single one, since I will probably not manage to smell them.
Czech & Speake “No. 88” today. Way back in the ’90s this was something I loved for its rich, dark scent. (I confess though, I am an absolute sucker for the colour of a perfume bottle or of a perfume, so maybe it didn’t really smell rich and dark and I just imagined it that way). Anyway, the modern reformulation is silly and soapy and a waste of time, so I think this bottle will go live in the bathroom as an air freshener for a while (relieving Baldessarini “Ambre” which is currently on toilet duty). Anyone else banish thei unloved scent to this demeaning role?
Aiming a little higher with today’s poem, by William Butler Yeats. He wrote some amazing stuff, and even this short piece has a touch of magic.
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I always slightly rolled my eyes at the notion of the Celtic Twilight, but living much further south now it is just a fact of life that we don’t have it. I mean, I grew up in a place where, in Summer, it was bright for hours between sundown and, say, 23:00 while here, once the sun goes down, you don’t even get an hour before darkness.
I hope everyone is staying safe and strong. Some good news in Spain as we start to turn the corner, but it will take another few weeks to get from “slowing the climb” to “falling”. Sympathy to UK folks and US folks and all countries where it’s still accelerating, because that part is not fun.
Yep, poem twins:).
Ha, yes, I’ll use scents as air-fresheners or linen sprays. As long as they weren’t too expensive, anyway. I haven’t actually assigned one to the bathroom yet. Maybe I should!
My brain genuinely came to a screeching halt yesterday when I happened to see the fatalities total for Spain. I hope you move out of any plateau and head as sharply downhill as quickly as possible.
Heh, yes I also banish unlove scents to that demeaning role. Currently banished is an old bottle of Fresh Pink Jasmine.
Cristalle.
Yum?
Didn’t come up with a Friday poem…Scent of the morning on Friday was Profumum Roma Olibanum, bedtime scent was L’Artisan Passage d’Enfer