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By Tom Well, I suppose it's pretty obvious that I've been on a break (or perhaps you didn't notice. Don't crush me by telling me so.) There have been several things going on in my life, or perhaps it's more to the point to type not going on. However, it's all come to a head. I am starting a new job and moving just downstreet. So I will be back to a regular schedule of posting it's to be hoped soon, on here and the Posse. Since I am moving I am clearing out 20 years of random crap. One of those pieces of random crap that fell into the K-Hole that was my apartment was a decent sized decant of Thierry Mugler's "Human Existence" which I wrote about almost 7 years ago. At the time I wrote "This is the sour sweat of desperation and failure. Perhaps even insanity. This is the smell of the crazy homeless person you cross the street to avoid." I knew after sniffing it that I wrapped the bottle in enough tape to keep it from opening during the Big One.  If you've seen the ending to I Married a Witch, you get the idea. I also knew that the bottle hadn't been breached since I could still live in the place. Eventually I told myself that I had thrown it out, even though I am one of those diligent people who waits for the hazardous recycling event on Foothill Rd to dispose of those funky new light bulbs and old cans of paint thinner. I had thought that if I really, truly hated someone I would pour it onto the base of their windshield and let their HVAC system get soaked with it. But I don't hate anyone that much. That, and I didn't have it in hand the other day when I saw that purple Lamborghini parked in a handicapped spot sans placard. So of course, moving the sofa I found where it had fallen. Still taped shut, rather dusty. The irony is that I will be working in a place where scents are verboten. It's kind of funny that I am in possession of a pretty decent amount of what must be considered the Nuclear Winter of perfumes, yet not even a spritz or Eau de eau is allowed. My new employers are so nice and welcoming that I can cope with this embargo without thinking "I'll just give a little spritz"- I'll just save it for bedtime. However, Purple Lambo, it would behoove you to park more politely. A ticket goes away. A cowl full of this stuff never does. My decant was from Marina, as was the image.

A Masterful Tribute to Perfumes Past: Tableau de Parfums Miriam

By Donna In my last post I swooned over the voluptuous Loretta from Andy Tauer' s Tableau de Parfums series, created in collaboration with Brian Pera's Evelyn Avenue films. These “Woman's Pictures” are tributes to the past and so are the perfumes; Miriam was the first in the series, and in some ways it is the more faithful of the two to the style of decades ago, yet it shows the unique modern hand of the perfumer. Miriam's template is the aldehydic floral, green and somewhat austere on one level, with zesty citrus and geranium making a brief appearance on top, sweet aldehydes and rose threading through the composition to soften the edges, and beneath it all an impressively profound musky base supported by velvet-smooth sandalwood and vanilla make it anything but staid. Loretta is the naughty sister on the surface, a flamboyant siren to Miriam's more sedate character, yet nothing about Miriam is ordinary. You just have to lean in a little closer, since she whispers rather than shouts, and give her more time to show just how sensuous she really is. I have read comments about Miriam that compare it to Chanel No. 5 and also that it is quite rosy. I definitely get the rosiness, which is lovely, but not the comparison to Chanel No. 5, which may be the global standard by which all aldehydic fragrances are judged, but I have never cared for it, and I adore Miriam, which does have a powdery aspect; however it is not the powder bomb that I find the Chanel to be. Most of the aldehydic perfumes I wear myself are also green, such as Carven's Ma Griffe, as I don't normally like the really sweet and heavy ones like Chanel No. 22, and it is a style of scent that I have grown to appreciate over time, having had to overcome my bias against them in order to learn that they can be very beautiful. For me, Miriam rests in the center of the aldehydic universe, neither sharp nor overly heavy, perfectly at ease in the company of Puredistance I and my beloved vintage Le Galion Sortilège. My first impression of Miriam was that it is quite mossy, but oakmoss is not listed as a note and that fades quickly to reveal the rose and other florals. It is soft, but with a definite backbone, and there is nothing fluffy or cuddly about it. It shifts and moves and gives off new facets of itself as it develops – a cloud of tender rose becomes a hint of pungent lavender, which in turn is replaced by pillow-soft aldehydes, only to change again to give me a breath of gorgeous jasmine. I have to keep pressing my nose to my skin repeatedly just to capture these fleeting moments of beauty, but since the longevity is so good, they just keep coming around again and again for my enjoyment. Miriam is available exclusively at Luckyscent along with Loretta. Wouldn't it be wonderful to see this pretty bottle on the counter at stores everywhere; I can just picture an older woman, a lover of classic fragrances, as she looks in vain for something to like among the cookie-cutter offerings of today, she spots the pretty flaçon of Miriam, and almost not daring to hope, she sprays it on and lifts her wrist to her nose. Her eyes widen, and then she closes them and smells it again and again, smiles and nods, and opens her purse to get her wallet out. She might even be me. Image credit: 1941 George Hurrell portrait of actress Veronica Lake via pleasurephotoroom.wordpress.com. Disclosure: This review was for a perfume from my own collection.