Everyone keeps asking me if I’m keeping up the Twin Peaks: The Return. I haven’t. I’ve been busy and I figured I’ll truly commit myself to once the current season ends. Like many people, I’m a Twin Peaks fan. I sometimes wonder if that series subconsciously impacted my choice to move to Western Washington when I first got out of school. I was attracted to the eerie beauty, the complete opposite ecosystem of the South, that I was introduced to me via David Lynch.
One of the things that I’m missing about Washington, now that it’s summer, is the lavender. This is the time of year that we’d go up the Olympic peninsula and sniff lavender in the rain shadow. Weekends of acres and acres of lavender, warm pleasant weather with a salt water breeze. It was a summer ritual and now I miss it. However, when I tried the newest release from natural indie line Alchemologie, I’m a little closer to this summer ritual. Foret de la Mer… Continue reading | 4 Comments
Let me start this review with the fact that I know exactly what the Kingston Ferry terminal smells like; I’m all too familiar with PNW ferries. And before I even heard about Olympic Orchids and many other indie perfume brands, I had fantasized about having a perfume that smelled like ferry terminals (and oddly I’ve always thought Dior Fahrenheit smells sort of like the Seattle Ferry terminal).
From the brand that brought you my favorite perfume of 2013, we now have a perfume with skunk essence. Seriously. Phoenicia Far NWest is a perfume inspired by the perfumer’s olfactory memories of driving through the Olympic Rainforest in an old Rambler. And yes, it has skunk essence but before you jump to any hasty judgements, continue reading my review.
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.