Tag: frangrances

  • Mid-Morning Suburbia

    I had my wasabi peas and Dr. Sparkle in a wineglass (the Dr. Sparkle was in the wineglass, not the peas), and the Husband and I were sitting happily working on our computers in the kitchen together, communicating by email. I left to go sew a button on my shirt, and while rummaging through my bathroom drawer (all kinds of fascinating and useless items in there, surely there’s an extra button) I discovered some old “Texas Cedarwood” essential oil. I opened it, rubbed some on my wrists, found the button and sewed it on, then skipped back to the kitchen, smelling precisely like a freshly-cleaned gerbil cage. I’m reasonably certain I once was normal.

  • I Hab a Code

    Last week the Maker, who was utterly stopped up with a cold, told me I was wasting the (Christmas tree scented) air freshener.

  • L’Eau Du Suburbia

    L’Eau Du Suburbia

    I had a quick 2 mile run tonight in my neighborhood around 6 pm; about every five houses I would catch wind of the same kind of scent, which I finally realized was the smell of dryer sheets. I have never in my life purchased dryer sheets. I guess while I’m out running the rest of America is getting their laundry done. And scented. Did I miss an important day in Home Economics?

    Image by scmtngirl

  • the best part of my day

    was seeing the Ice, first thing in the morning, with multi-colored dots all over the tip of his nose. When I asked him why he had colored dots all over the tip of his nose he said, “BECAUSE. My markers are SCENTED.” And he went to get me the box to prove it. But I already believed him.

  • Mysteries of the Universe Explained in Pictogram

    The boys received a sample of Axe Clix shower gel in the mail. The Maker, attracted by the shiny black packaging and bold graphics, asked me what it was for.

    “Well,” I told him, turning over the package to show him the instructions, “first you shower, then girls want to hang around you.” Silently I considered the overwhelming number of times I have said this to my oldest son.

    The Maker, age six, understood immediately. “Ohhhhh! I get it!” he cried, and immediately started stripping for a bath.

  • how we have smelled over the years

    The Husband:
    High school – Chaps by Ralph Lauren
    Chaps was created in 1979, about the time the Husband hit 8th grade, a year or two before we met, and I know he was wearing it intermittently by 10th grade. He doesn’t remember who bought it for him but I’ll just about guarantee it was his mom. Thanks, Gram. It was very decent, and more importantly, it wasn’t Old Spice, which dads, but not boyfriends, wear.
    Middle age – Bay Rum by Burt’s Bees
    I started buying this for the Husband about 2002 or so. I love it when he wears it, but that same bottle is still mostly full. So sometimes I put it on ME when I go to bed at night. Sigh.

    Me:
    Junior high school – Love’s Baby Soft
    This perfume was created in 1974 and by 1975 every girl in my school had it on. You totally MUST click the link to see the amazingly sick-o ad I remember. And egad, it worked.
    High school – White Linen
    Created in 1978 by Estee Lauder, this fragrance appealed to me because it was sitting on the Goldsmith’s department store cosmetics counter when my mother took me to purchase Clinique lipstick which I never wore because in the 80’s we wore Bonnie Bell roll-on lip gloss. It seemed refined, elegant, and grown up. The perfume did, too. Heh.
    In my early 30’s – Coco by Chanel
    The marketing calls it Mysterious. Provocative. Sensuous. Maybe I would wear it again if I went to the opera more often. Or if I was a private eye. Definitely then I would wear it.
    In my late 30’s – Black Cashmere by Donna Karan
    One website says this is “an exquisite blend of lustful spices.” Well then.
    Last year – Au Thé Rouge by Bvlgari
    This one is Sexy, Vivacious and Radiant, all of which I can attest to. Smells kinda like cherry tea, too, which is decidedly better than smelling like, I don’t know, fruit stripe gum.
    A month ago – Un Jardin sur le Nil by Hermes

    Definitely my favorite, because I like to say it. HERRR-MEEZ, I try to say as often as possible. I’m wearing it now, while sitting in bed blogging, and the Husband is sneezing like mad. I finished nearly this entire post before I noticed his face was starting to swell.