I’m in spinning-head mode right now. Lots on my mind. Lots of it isn’t bloggable, and I haven’t really had the energy to wrap my head around the stuff I’ve been meaning to write about lately. So, in a complete and total non sequitur, I’m writing about a barrage of references to our most underrated sense.
Last night I grabbed our most recent issue of Vanity Fair - and saw this add on the back cover. FlowerBomb? Is it just me, or is FlowerBomb among the worst names you can think of for a perfume? Spoiled Milk would also be bad. Then, this morning, I caught this article about the perfume industry’s fear of bloggers. The people at MakeupAlley don’t hate FlowerBomb as much as I expected them too. It received 4 out of 5 “lipsticks,” which isn’t enough to make me want to try it. One perfumer said that “writing about perfume is like dancing about architecture,” but I disagree. Having also caught my first episode of Top Chef last night, I can’t see why is writing about smells is any stranger than watching television programs about food you’re not ever going to taste. Plus, the Times article makes no mention of the fact that lots of writers have captured smell gloriously on paper. My favorite example is Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera. I don’t remember any of the details of plot, but I smell bitter almonds (or was it burnt?) every time I even glimpse the copy sitting on my shelf.
Channel surfing, I caught 2 minutes of an old episode of Scrubs - the one in which JD makes a mistake that causes a patient to lose his sense of smell. The patient is yelling at him saying something like , “When you pick up your grandson for the first time, why don’t you call me and tell me how great his head smells!” It’s chiché, but it’s one of the things I’ve been most enjoying about little LEC. She’s in the cooing stage right now - makes the sweetest little noises - and smells so damn good. I don’t remember how long that lasts, but certainly not long enough.
Finally, our house is located smack dab in the middle of one of those square neighborhoods where living on one side has significantly higher status than living on the other. A new development that includes a Pei Wei has recently opened near the fancy side of our neighborhood. It’s been really windy these past few days. Let’s just say that I’m thankful we didn’t buy any closer than we did.




