Happy Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day!  Here are a few matches for fun.  Please share your own "assignations."  :)

Georgia O'Keefe "The Tent" / Frederic Malle Une Rose

Eisenstadt "The Kiss" / Perfume Workshop Tea Rose

Edward Munch / PdRosine Twill Rose  (alt. Guerlain L'Heure Bleu)

Blake / Lancome Magie Noire

Chagall / Amouage Lyric Woman

I need spring!

I have been embracing winter, and all of its foot deep snow sub-zero temperatureness, for many weeks now.  Here me roar! I'd cry as I stepped into my skis and traverse the park.  Feel me toast! I'd think as I'd contentedly set the fire.  Watch me be happy! I'd say, as I settled down with one form of warming drink or another.

Personal barometric pressure change.  I've reached an impasse with winter.  Our early and unrelenting weather has suddenly made me cry "uncle."  I am going to wave my magic dauber and...

Bring on Christopher Brosius.  Wild Hunt in one elbow crook, I am a Dandelion in the other.  On the left, the dirt from Black March gets tossed about with the tops and bottoms of violets, and the resulting dust up is a fantastic melange of green and earth and trompling through the forest.  On the right, the sun shines down on a freshly opened flower, but dandelion sap keeps it all from being saccharine sweet.  Something else, too, but I'm still rooting around...this is my first trip with IamD.  

(Not only am I a dandelion, I am cheating.  I had intended to only pop the Spring is Coming fragrances just before the actual smelling of spring.  But I can't afford a vacation, so...)

Actually, the ability to root around is just what I needed.  If I can't dig out my trowel, unwrap carefully packaged bareroot plants, check on my emerging seedlings...this will do.  Thanks, CB.  I don't hate perfume, necessarily, but I do love some of the things you have to offer.

Guerlain Mahora

Sheesh, what a dirty mess of tuberose.

I keep on wanting to like this, or hate it, or something, but I keep on coming back with "what the....???"  There is straight up tuberose in there, and dirt (as in earth), and then something dirty (as in skank), and then the tuberose shows up again, and then it's just all one big mess.

Part of me thinks I'm missing an in-joke, another part wonders if I'm missing out on a modern wonder.

It doesn't sqwark at me the way the tuberose Fracas does; it doesn't infuriate me in the way the dirty (skanky) mess Kingdom does.  I don't get the "concept," in the way I see the tuberose joke in Lutens Tubeureuse Criminelle (even though I don't laugh at TC, or find it profound, or compelling).  I don't know what to say about Mahora.  

Wait, here's what I'll say: don't buy it.  If you want an afternoon's distraction, let me know.  I'll send you some.  I'd like to know what you make of it.