Ten thousand leagues beneath the green
My day was a landslide of slush-reading combined with running errands for the cat, but I managed to have a milkshake and a chicken parmesan sub for dinner, which was refreshingly juvenile.
I can't believe I'm just finding out now that BPAL did an entire line of perfumes based around sea chanteys. I don't even know if I could wear any of them, but I wish I had the budget to find out. I'm still looking for a real sea-scent and I almost have a textual excuse for a Napoleonic-era cologne. I am obviously attracted by the concept of smelling like a short-drag chantey, but if tobacco absolute is the real thing, I worry it will set off either my asthma or my migraines or both. It might be safer just to smell like nineteenth-century booze.
Tragically, I rather like this fake pride flag. It looks like nuanced genderqueer in the language of flowers.
I can't believe I'm just finding out now that BPAL did an entire line of perfumes based around sea chanteys. I don't even know if I could wear any of them, but I wish I had the budget to find out. I'm still looking for a real sea-scent and I almost have a textual excuse for a Napoleonic-era cologne. I am obviously attracted by the concept of smelling like a short-drag chantey, but if tobacco absolute is the real thing, I worry it will set off either my asthma or my migraines or both. It might be safer just to smell like nineteenth-century booze.
Tragically, I rather like this fake pride flag. It looks like nuanced genderqueer in the language of flowers.

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I don't have them as using scent, but being that unscented Castile soap is not a thing one could get for money and they do not make their own (mmm, clarified fat), I have ascribed them rosemary and mint to keep off shipboard fleas much as Fleming uses ambergris to drown out oh God, wet horse. If you have a preference, do let me know. `
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*hugs*
I am most curious about Asleep in the Deep and Boney Was a Warrior, but I have no idea which has the better chance of working on me. The one perfume I wear with any reliability—The Last of the Spirits, from a limited edition of A Christmas Carol in 2010; I love it, I was married in it, all the treasures in my glass-fronted cabinet smell like it by now—was simply listed as "Blackcurrant, myrrh, and vetiver."
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Since when have you needed reminders?
(I dearly like vetiver.)
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If this offer is still on the table, I have decided I would like to throw myself on the grenade of Asleep in the Deep, because of the salt and black plum. If this offer is not, Movers Part Deux happen.
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*hugs*