September went by so quickly! It was a pretty good month filled with people I like and good food. I ended up spending a week in Nashville visiting family, friends and my little baby nephews (8 and 18 months old). We also had folks visit us in Seattle. However, I realize that after all these years, Seattle feels much more like “home” than Nashville. I stick out there; I was reminded of that during my last visit, that odd Left Coast relative…
Samarinda is the newest perfume from a house that I love, Providence Perfume Co. This oriental fragrance is inspired by Indonesia. I get Pacific Northwest craft cocktail from it.
Samarinda opens with a boozy cardamom and orange oil. Spicy pink peppers add a fruitiness. Samarinda actually gets “louder” at the heart. It’s a spicy carnation floral…with booze. So much booze. And a hint of earthy espresso which smells like toasted brown rice on my skin, like genmaicha. I also swear that I get… Continue reading | 3 Comments
July – Sickness, seances and seaweed. July sucked so hard that my neighbor thought I was dead and there was a wellness check. This is all you need to know about July.
August 1st – Downtown – It’s a dreary reminder of late fall: cool winds, rustling leaves and micro-mist coating 3/4 sleeves. It even smells like autumn. Persian was planned. I go home and chop up mint and parsley but I’d rather be smelling the aroma of a spiced pumpkin pie.
June 1st – Pike Place – Happy to be back to the place that I now call home. Sunshine and salad niçoise. Brine and seafood. Lillet Blanc. I’ve got a good life.
June 2nd – Pioneer Square – I don’t know if it is the same for all cities, but one can’t walk a few blocks in most of Seattle without witnessing very open and nonchalant drug deals. Frink wants to know what the men are holding, pulling him away, we notice a strange smell of burning… Continue reading | 15 Comments
I love making gift guides. If there was a master’s program in it, I’d go into student debt for it. Here’s my suggestions for Father’s Day gifts. Or as my husband says, “Victoria Jent’s Guide to Sh*t Your Dad Doesn’t Want”. He’s wrong. He’s always wrong. Lots of dads read my blog. Lots of dads want to smell good.