Well, I got slammed this week with a lousy cold. I cancelled everything I could and am spending my week doing my taxes, dribbling and watching television.
Why does everything taste vaguely of tinfoil when I have a cold?
The last thing I wore was Ava Luxe Rasa Extreme, which I reviewed on The Posse last year. I didn't realize how tenacious it is: I dabbed on the rest of the sample my friend sent me on Sunday night and just sort of basked in it's lovely musky rosiness. I knew I was getting a cold from the tickle in the back of my throat so I wasn't going to shower and leave the house with a wet head. (Does anyone else get that warning? The slight achiness, chill and tickle that's like the temperature drop before a really ripping summer storm?) But I did need supplies, so out I went.
It was actually a little distracting.
I was wandering the aisles of the Beverly Hills Market (The cheapest and best market in my 'hood, with $3.99 lunch specials that are fab, in case you ever get here and need cheap eats) in my old LL Bean hoodie and jeans while shadowing me, or more to the point radiating off me was this femme fatale scent. I half expected to turn a corner and find Phyllis Deitrichson looking at this grubby little schlub that was I and wondering where the hell Walter had gotten to..
Ava Luxe Rasa Extreme is still, sadly discontinued. I read in comments that she can no longer get the ingredients so It will most likely stay gone. My sample is empty, so I can only hope that there will be some revival in the future.
I hope by next week to be back in the saddle, as it were..