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

[anna_wing]

Green, white and purple were the suffragette colours, so I wouldn't think of it as fake, exactly.

[cmcmck]

The mind boggles at a perfume called 'Good ship Venus'!

As worn by hunky rugby players perhaps? :o)

[lauradi7dw]

Thanks, I was trying to figure out why it looked familiar.

[a_reasonable_man]

A flag for queer suffragists! About time we had one of those.

[sovay]

A flag for queer suffragists! About time we had one of those.

And determinedly trans-inclusive, if TERFs really are trying to take over the original women's suffrage flag.

[sovay]

The mind boggles at a perfume called 'Good ship Venus'!

I don't think it's formally any weirder than a perfume for "Hanging Johnny"! For me, it has the downside of, minus the ship's decking, sounding like I should be cooking with most of its ingredients.

[selkie]

The remains of Vice-Admiral Nelson have been omitted from this fragrance.

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. `

[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.)

[sovay]

If you have a preference, do let me know.

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.

[selkie]

Movers part deux can suck my anatomical improbabilities, for real, but your preference is noted for July.

[sovay]

Movers part deux can suck my anatomical improbabilities, for real, but your preference is noted for July.

*hugs*