films, fragrance & friends
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neonanimaMy bottles of Delina and Oriana from Parfum de Marly came. They're beautiful, heavy glass with flowery filigree borders around the slightly scooped-in rectangular shape, with round silver caps that have little jewels on top, as well as little tassels around the neck that match the bottle color.
A bunch of new fragrance samples arrived in time for me to play with them over the long weekend. I don't love many of them so far. Blanche Bête is a nice, warm, milky vanilla; Another 13 is a sexy, salty musk. Not worth the very expensive full bottles. La Rhapsodie Noir is the one that smells most attractive and interesting to me in the vial, but I haven't worn it yet.
Saturday I picked up groceries and visited two perfume stores. The first ended up being a little place filled with non-descript plastic bottles of things with handwritten labels. Body and hair oils, lotions, things like that, presumably. There could have been literally anything in them, so I left as soon as I came in.
At the second store, the sales guy sprayed several bottles for me. Prisme Rouge (pleasant but even online the prices are obscene), Ariana Grande Cloud (nice, buttery sweet but airy gourmand, not too memorable), Al Haramain's Oud Amber Gold and Oud Amber Rouge. I ended up buying the Oud Amber Gold. When I got home, I looked it up and saw I paid about $50 more than online prices, even though he kept talking about their "wholesale prices." And of course the bottom of my receipt declares, "No Refunds!" Lesson learned, I guess. I left a negative Google review.
I pitched a tantrum when I got home because I'd bought groceries primarily to have milk for Cheerios and the shopper refunded it. A can of cat food landed on my head when I slung it out of a plastic bag and I felt stupid but not silly enough to laugh at myself. This was before I even discovered the perfume cost.
My goal for the weekend is to finally watch Seven Samurai. The download is taking ages. Something's happened to public torrenting - I don't think it's purely because less people are seeding, because even popular files like this one with a lot of seeders take me days to finish. I think Comcast has figured out how to make the internet exponentially slower on VPNs or something. Nothing in the world is going to make me pay for more streaming services, so I'm watching a lot of things on Kanopy and Tubi, as well as getting used to watching Plex's standard-definition offerings and lower quality rips on the international waters.
Went to watch Saltburn at Margot and Snek's house with Baron. Baron showed us pictures of himself as a teenager that we insisted on seeing after he told us that his fashion sensibility back then was inspired by Michael J. Fox in Family Ties. He was so ridiculously beautiful that I hope I didn't make him feel bad by cooing so much about it. We talked a lot about the movie after it was over, which is always wonderful. I liked it a touch less this time around because I'm starting to think that all these "eat the rich" movies are designed to be cathartic experiences so people won't feel the need to actually eat the real, live rich. Also the charm of Jacob Elordi and his weird micro-mouth is totally lost on me.
I finished the Gold Fame Citrus audiobook, which had lovely prose but a dull main character and was a bit obnoxiously in love with itself at times (when she belabors an almanac of fictional animals, when she describes a bunch of fictional, absurd reality TV shows as if reality TV shows weren't the easiest thing in the world to mock). Now I'm onto Ottessa Moshfegh's Eileen. I loved Death in Her Hands, so looking forward to this one. Not really on purpose, I keep reading almost exclusively female authors.
A bunch of new fragrance samples arrived in time for me to play with them over the long weekend. I don't love many of them so far. Blanche Bête is a nice, warm, milky vanilla; Another 13 is a sexy, salty musk. Not worth the very expensive full bottles. La Rhapsodie Noir is the one that smells most attractive and interesting to me in the vial, but I haven't worn it yet.
Saturday I picked up groceries and visited two perfume stores. The first ended up being a little place filled with non-descript plastic bottles of things with handwritten labels. Body and hair oils, lotions, things like that, presumably. There could have been literally anything in them, so I left as soon as I came in.
At the second store, the sales guy sprayed several bottles for me. Prisme Rouge (pleasant but even online the prices are obscene), Ariana Grande Cloud (nice, buttery sweet but airy gourmand, not too memorable), Al Haramain's Oud Amber Gold and Oud Amber Rouge. I ended up buying the Oud Amber Gold. When I got home, I looked it up and saw I paid about $50 more than online prices, even though he kept talking about their "wholesale prices." And of course the bottom of my receipt declares, "No Refunds!" Lesson learned, I guess. I left a negative Google review.
I pitched a tantrum when I got home because I'd bought groceries primarily to have milk for Cheerios and the shopper refunded it. A can of cat food landed on my head when I slung it out of a plastic bag and I felt stupid but not silly enough to laugh at myself. This was before I even discovered the perfume cost.
My goal for the weekend is to finally watch Seven Samurai. The download is taking ages. Something's happened to public torrenting - I don't think it's purely because less people are seeding, because even popular files like this one with a lot of seeders take me days to finish. I think Comcast has figured out how to make the internet exponentially slower on VPNs or something. Nothing in the world is going to make me pay for more streaming services, so I'm watching a lot of things on Kanopy and Tubi, as well as getting used to watching Plex's standard-definition offerings and lower quality rips on the international waters.
Went to watch Saltburn at Margot and Snek's house with Baron. Baron showed us pictures of himself as a teenager that we insisted on seeing after he told us that his fashion sensibility back then was inspired by Michael J. Fox in Family Ties. He was so ridiculously beautiful that I hope I didn't make him feel bad by cooing so much about it. We talked a lot about the movie after it was over, which is always wonderful. I liked it a touch less this time around because I'm starting to think that all these "eat the rich" movies are designed to be cathartic experiences so people won't feel the need to actually eat the real, live rich. Also the charm of Jacob Elordi and his weird micro-mouth is totally lost on me.
I finished the Gold Fame Citrus audiobook, which had lovely prose but a dull main character and was a bit obnoxiously in love with itself at times (when she belabors an almanac of fictional animals, when she describes a bunch of fictional, absurd reality TV shows as if reality TV shows weren't the easiest thing in the world to mock). Now I'm onto Ottessa Moshfegh's Eileen. I loved Death in Her Hands, so looking forward to this one. Not really on purpose, I keep reading almost exclusively female authors.