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Confession: Good heavens, y’all, I have no idea where this dress even came from. I do know that it came from one of my little Oakland boutiques, I just can’t remember which one and there’s no tag  – I must have ripped it out! I’ve had it for years, and found it tucked away yesterday in a see-through storage box along with a few more summer dresses in my closet. It’s soft, worn cotton, with a sweet floral print, satin and eyelet trim at the hem, crocheted sage green trim around the bodice and knotted straps that criss-cross and button in the back. I layered it over a white Libertine for Target tank with crochet detail for fun.

I want to live in this dress, in fact, I threw it on first thing this morning for the second day in a row. It certainly doesn’t hurt that the tomboy likes it, too, and can’t stop grabbing me by the torso to tell me so! She has no recollection of my acquiring it, either. Ah, well.

Scent: I was excited to try Memoire Liquide’s Sensuel No. 318. Alas, the staying power is nil and it’s a bit too dry for me. Upon first application, I guessed at the possible notes: vanilla, cinnamon, something…green, maybe? Clove, and then a shy, almost asexual floral. Alas, it’s a “dense smoky black tea on a luscious sandalwood base.” How wrong was I?! Add incense and make it red sandalwood, and there you go. I’m disappointed, but it can’t all be Querelle and Fifi Chachnil, now can it?

Oh, lookie! The what and when are noted! All that’s left is the confession, and scent, if applicable. Have I done Parfumerie Generale’s Querelle? No? Well, today is just as good a day as any. Here are the notes: citruses, Iranian black caraway, myrrh, cinnamon, Haittian vetiver, incense, oakmoss, and ambergris. Some consider this to be an evil scent. Some consider it an haute couture scent. It is complex and intimidating and all day long (you can ask M) it would jump out at me out of nowhere, seemingly, and I would feel as though someone was challenging me to a fight. Delicious. Absolutely fucking spectacular. It is violent, it is dirty, it is deeply unnerving. I absolutely love it. The best part? My other sniffs fiend friend unloaded it on me because she loathed it so (she says it smelled like “vetiver ass” on her) – on me, she truly appreciates it.

(Oh, and this is for Jen: We had Caesar salad bib lettuce cups, mini burgers with white cheddar, beef tartare with spicy Thai red curry, kaffir lime oil, sesame crackers, lamb chops and very, very spicy pommes frites for dinner at Lime tonight. So good. Also? Eight dessert “bites” as follows: three mocha creme brulee cups, two dark chocolate-dipped cheesecake pops, one each of the strawberry cream, brownie a la mode and red velvet baby cupcake.)