Ten thousand leagues beneath the green

[sovay]

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.

Comments

[sovay]

If you have a preference, do let me know.

*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."

[selkie]

Vetiver. Vetiver vetiver vetiver blackcurrant. Astringent? A little bit? Damn. You'll have to excuse me, I suddenly remembered I'm gay.

[sovay]

You'll have to excuse me, I suddenly remembered I'm gay.

Since when have you needed reminders?

(I dearly like vetiver.)