Friends invited me to lunch on Sunday and we did a bit of shopping afterwards: wandered Rodeo and Beverly, then went over to Melrose to stop on the new Munsingwear store (I am not quite old enough to remember the previous, non-cool incarnation as a purveyor of underwear), and to Paul Smith. Paul Smith has as you know a bunch of scents some of which are quite good. There was a new one "Rose" which is sadly not. According to the website, no actual roses were harmed in the creation of the scent; roses are fed into a, er, I'll just let them say it: "Using technology called ScentTrek, the living flower is isolated in a glass bell and special equipment 'inhales' the scent molecules, which are then analysed and recreated in a laboratory"
I love the scent of roses; one of my great joys is going to my dear friend Sue's house when her "Rose Alley" (the driveway of her house) is in full flood of different roses, each one a different kind with a different aspect to the scent. Some are full-bodied and peppery, some are whisper-light and some are creamy. None of them smell like they were cloned by the Borg from an Airwick Solid.
I was told by some relative that it's always best if one has nothing nice to say not to say anything at all. Clearly, as anyone who has ever read my scribblings would know, I have not adopted this as a life ethos. I will however state that the bottle the juice is packed in has a nice heft to it. which would come in handy should one wish to throw it physically as far away from one as possible.
Damn, I couldn't adopt it even for one paragraph.
1.7 oz for $75, 3.3 oz for $100 at Paul Smith.
Image is by Donna Trope.