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I’ve been so busy lately – what with Christmas preparations and funeral/family obligations – that I have not had time to finish any reviews.  I hope to have at least one posted next week, however. 

It will not be the new Malle scent, Portrait of a Lady.  We Did Not Get On, The Lady and I, and my decant has found a new home.  It might be the new Hermessence, Iris Ukiyoe, or one of the new Dior Collection Couturier scents, New Look 1947.  Or maybe one from DSH Perfumes.  Who knows?  At this stage I think I’d better not promise anything!

Over the next two months I will be getting back to reviewing tuberose scents.  I don’t know why cold weather calls for tuberose, but it does, at least in my world.

The CEO did hear from The Mysterious Them on Monday evening regarding the potential job: as we suspected, they decided that they really needed the experience of one of the other candidates instead of The CEO’s writing and public speaking skills, although it seems to have been a difficult decision, narrowing down from five applicants to The CEO and the guy they eventually hired.  I think I had better not identify Them, except to say that this was a political staffer position. 

Has The CEO ever held a political job? No.  After a stellar college career, a stint as a Governor’s Fellow, and his Fulbright scholarship, he came home to run the family farm, and then a few years ago he became an instructor of agricultural economics at the nearby university.  He’s also been an Eisenhower Fellow in recent years, so he’s not your average farmer (Agricultural Industry Professional, as he likes to call it).  But no political experience.  (Yet.)

He’s bummed.  I’m bummed too, especially since I think he feels his skills are going to waste raising cows, and he’s ready for a career change.  But it’s possible that opportunities may arise out of this setback, too.

And now, for your listening pleasure, I share with you my mother’s favorite Christmas music: Pietro Yon’s lovely carol Gesu Bambino, sung here (in English) by the incomparable Jessye Norman.  I know I shared this one on the blog last year, but for me it’s not Christmas without Gesu Bambino.  Enjoy!

Edit:  please note that you will have to click twice on the video to see it, and it will actually take you directly to Youtube.  (This worked more easily with Google Blogger last year.)  Sorry.  Anyway, it’s well worth hearing, five minutes’ worth of beautiful.

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I’m planning on making this a recurring feature, in which I document the fragrances I wore and/or tested during the week, including the circumstances and whether they were right for the occasion or not.  To be blunt, my Excel file is getting really bloated, and I’m not keeping track of samples very well at the moment. 
Then, too, I figure this ought to be an easy way to oversee which bottles are getting used, and which aren’t. 
I’ll start back a week ago, because I had an epiphany, and didn’t blog about it because I didn’t think it was worth a whole post.  Turns out I changed my mind.  Last Sunday and Monday, the 13th and 14th, my community chorus held its winter concerts.  They went well, no major screwups.  (Hey, you can’t count on that.  Last concert, two separate soloists went totally off the rails: one skipped a portion of her solo, which you might not have noticed unless you were familiar with it – the accompanist picked up where she was, and there was no big hole; the other got completely lost and there were several measures of either silence or wrong notes.  Weird, the stuff that happens to amateur vocalists.  Both of those ladies had been just fine in rehearsal.)  I was fortunate this year to be picked for a solo, and for those (few) of you who wanted to know how it went – it was fine, and Monday I’d say was even pretty, although I don’t think I ever did it justice.  I was afraid of screwing it up and never really relaxed, which is sort of a metaphor for life, right?  You can overthink things.  Anyway, I think Mozart’s music is like whipped cream: perfect to start with, sheer heaven if you do it right, but even bad whipped cream is better than no whipped cream.
Here is the lovely voice of Lucia Popp with the Ambrosian Singers Philharmonic Orchestra, performing Laudate Dominum.  Please click on it to enjoy it – c’mon, it’s Mozart.  It’s beautiful.  You should never turn down beauty, unless you’re in a hurry because somebody is bleeding.  (Oh, and I could only dream of sounding like Lucia Popp.  Sigh.)
My epiphany: I’ve been singing with choral groups since I was five.  (My mother made me.  That’s definitely a story for another post.)  One of the cardinal rules for choral singing, along with Always Have a Pencil and Never Chew Gum During Rehearsal, is Please Don’t Wear Perfume to the Concert.  Last week, I Broke The Rule.  (Gasp!) There are people who break rules all the time – a few months ago, The CEO decided to turn left at a red light, because, as he said, “We’re late for church, and nobody’s coming toward us for half a mile, you can see that far,” – but I’m not one of them.  Breaking rules for no good reason gives me hives.  (I gave The CEO down the road for that one, especially since the kids were in the car – let’s all chastise him together now: bad, bad CEO.  Bad Example.)
But I was really stressed.  I’ve had this cold for seven weeks now, off and on, and while it’s not really hindering my daily life – it’s winter, nobody’s freaking out over my tissue use – I haven’t been what I’d call In Good Voice since about September.  And I was dreading the possibility of screwing up Mozart, which is a crime against humanity, or at least a crime against the ears of humanity.  So, I confess, I broke the rule, and snuck a spritz of Mariella Burani.  Just one, in the cleavage, so I could lower my chin and catch a tiny breeze of it if I needed it.  MB is a comfort scent for me – it’s vaguely reminiscent of Chanel No. 5, which is what my mother wore when I was a child, although it’s far quieter and less immediately recognizable to the noses of many.  The low sillage and the metaphysical hand of Mom on my shoulder made it just right.
You know what?  Nobody noticed.  And later, it occurred to me that the whole perfume ban probably came about primarily because of those killah sillage monsters of the 80’s.  Which I wouldn’t wear to a concert, so I think I’m safe.  And I had a great time singing and smelling Mariella.
Image is Some Perfume Bottles by parfumgott at flickr.  I don’t know whose collection it is, but I’m envious.  Check out the vintage Dior in houndstooth, and those Goutals in the gorgeous butterfly boules.  There’s also J’Adore and Ungaro Diva, both in pretty bottles, and I recognize at the right front a vintage bottle of Nina Ricci, probably L’Air du Temps.

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