I always find stuff when I am broke or well, buying my first house. How badly I want this little box of Tom Ford fragrances! It contains 12 private blend fragrances that Tom Ford describes as, ” My own scent laboratory; it’s where I have the ability to create very special, original fragrances that are unconstrained by the conventions of mainstream scent-making. Private Blend is designed with the true fragrance connoisseur in mind.” Haha. “This line isn’t about pleasing the mainstream to make tons of money but by marketing a few million fragrances as “original” so that I can sell them to fragrance whores for $180 to $450 a pop and since big department stores carry them as well I’ll get the people that like “mainstream” fragrance because I am a “mainstream” man!” Brilliant really, Mr. Ford. Anyways, I still want it. It wasn’t that I was or wasn’t blown away by any of the Private Blends when I played with them in store, it was just that I didn’t want to pay a minimum of $180 for something that I just liked or didn’t have the time to experience. I am a fragrance flirt so I want to have as many fragrances as possible. This kit contains 12 .05 fl.oz EDPs (I think that’s the size, I had to zoom in on the product and the number got blurry): Noir de Noir, Amber Absolute, Black Violet, Velvet Gardenia, Tobacco Vanilla, Oud Wood, Moss Breches, Bois Rouge, Purple Patchouli, Tuscan Leather, Neroli Portofino, and Japan Noir. Many of these are pretty nice blends since I have a thing for leather and mossy scents. And a few of them I really did want to spend more time with. They come in a little brown, almost cigar box. I love the entire vibe of this. It is very turn of the century Belle Epoque apothecary. (That is what Tom Ford’s Private Blend has done best, the whole antique apothecary vibe. Even thought the $180 range bottles are boring and all the same to save money, I like the apothecary look.) It’s a wardrobe of fragrance and something very fun to sniff when cuddled up in the chair by the window on a rainy, dreary day. I would so rather spend a few evenings doing this than anything else. And if I fall madly in love with one of the blends, then I will make the smallest available bottle my very own. I wish more companies would offer these kind of coffrets. It seems that everybody “niche” or not launches like a million fragrances at once, all in the same bottle, and it’s much too difficult to keep them separate. We addicts can’t afford to purchase them all and we forget about half of them because there are at least 30 launches a month and our lists keep expanding. Sometimes we simply forget. This coffret goes for $180 and is available at neimanmarcus.com.

What I really wish it was in.

What I really wish it was in.

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I’m usually not one for Disney crap. I mean I really didn’t like any of their features and many of the story lines were so sexist and racist that as a child I knew something was just “wrong” with them and I stayed the hell away. They lost my attention very quickly. However, I did like Alice in Wonderland but who doesn’t? For some reason I kind of liked the Aristocats. The tunes were catchy. Who could love the band of hipster pot head beatnik alley cats and their ambiguously “Asian” Siamese, cross-eyed buck teeth friend/opium dealer? There is nothing racist or well, inappropriate about that is there? The story line is so lame. Super mega, posh lesbian cat lady has nobody to will her amazing estate too, so the “evil” man in the story dumps the cats. And who could blame him? He works a hard service industry job, wiping the ass or some old socialite and taking her stupid Belle Epoque class/society bitch abuse, being all loyal and stuff, for her to give her fortune to pedigree cats. Class battle between man and cats… Beautiful single hot mamma cat and her three brats are left to fend for themselves like every other cat. She meets with a tom cat who would totally have had the feline AIDS and has been around the block a few hundred times. He doesn’t want a ready made family (like he doesn’t have a few hundred kids out there somewhere), he wants to run but money talks. He’s like a hooker with a heart of gold and falls for mamma anyways. And seriously what economically poor guy wouldn’t fall for a hot, rich lady even if she had kids? Come on. Happily ever after. I’m sure he moved in to the mansion, got his shots and got neutered. Party is over, Mr. Thomas O’Mally, the alley cat.

Anyways, enough of my ranting about how much I hate Disney. I only kind of like their older stuff because it shows what racist crap was in the media and I love to see the company make excuses for their behavior. It’s a lesson in history to look back and see how stupid everybody used to be.

Anyways again, back to this limited edition lip treatment. The packaging features sweet, proper, and cute Marie, Disney’s feline Paris Hilton. The packaging is a bit lame, but the product is nice. It is rich and has a sweet pink sheen and smells of orange blossoms. Some of my favorite “flavorings” in nice balms. It’s nice and girly and fairly simple and it is only $18 from beautyhabit.com.

So, my gothness is just growing greater and I can’t fight that force right now. I mean I never see the sunlight living here in Seattle. I thought “they” were exaggerating but I feel like I never see the light of day. Which I mean isn’t a bad thing if I was a vampire or something but it is nice to know what time of day it is. Anyways, I have really been wanting one of these Edwardian/Pagoda shaped umbrellas, so gothic and lovely. I would probably pop one of these out on the beach in the summer. So why do I not own one? Well, if you have an umbrella in Seattle you look like a tourist, a hood or a stylish hat should do. And nobody here cares about their hair so no need to worry about frizziness and hat hair. And I’m trying to fight those gothic carry around a parasol urges. These do come in other colors, but I would probably go for the sooty black or gray and not the cream or mint.And I can’t seem to find one in the States. I have found them on www.powder-blue.co.uk.

And I really like antique umbrella stands. They’re nice but I’m sure some tweeker or high schooler would steal it out of my mud room. You never now when a shanty town will need one of these.But, if they were really Northwestern hardcore they wouldn’t be carrying an umbrella anyways.