Since the last two posts had no images at the top, I felt obligated to post one. This is apropos of absolutely nothing. Well, that's not totally accurate. I intentionally led myself down the rabbit hole of the Web, following odd links and unknown languages, until I found this photograph. I don't know why it stopped my search (but I didn't know what I was looking for). The model is wearing a 1912 Paul Poiret gown. When did women start adopting this exact pose? I think that's a question someone needs to answer!
Perfume note: I am in love with Frapin 1270. According to Frapin the notes are "exotic woods, spice, raisin, vine flowers, pepper, candied orange, nut, hazelnut, prune, cocoa, coffee, leather, woods, white honey, vanilla." Rather a redundant list, what with both nut and hazelnut, exotic woods and (plain ol' regular?) woods. Well, no matter. I adore this scent. It's first blast is intoxicating. The drydown is a bit of a dissapointment after the richness of the opening, but I still like it, and like it a lot, which is truly bizarre, since it smells of patchouli with a hint of vanilla. I've hated patchouli, since, well, forever.
Addendum: In light of the post above, I thought I'd add this: This woman did not have the right to vote. So, I exhort you, whoever you are, whether you're for McCain, Obama, Ron Paul, Nader or want to write your cousin's name on the ballot, get out there and vote!
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