I bet you all thought I was going to do something all sorts of sessual and whatnot for this week’s Photo Friday theme, didn’t you?
And then I remembered that sometimes my mom reads this blog.
<waves> Hi, Mom!
So I’ll give you these instead, my prit-tays. Because these are actually my latest afternoon delights:
Last Saturday I went to a big, giant mall out in Virginia to meet my friend Panda for breakfast. The rest of the day was supposed to go as such: We talk extensively, finish breakfast, Panda goes off shopping for clothes for her Grecian vacation, and I go off to work.
Except that I got a text message saying I was called off of work, which meant that I was free to meander around a big, giant mall in Virginia helping Panda shop for clothes.
So of course our first stop was the perfume counter at Saks.
Interwebers, I have been looking for a new perfume for months. For the longest time I wore Calyx by Prescriptives, which I loved. LOVED. My grandmother gave me a bottle every year for Christmas, but when she passed a few years ago, I felt it was time to move on to a new scent. A friend gave me a bottle of L.A.M.B. by Gwen Steafani, and I wore that until it ran out, which was, ohhhhh, like, a year ago? Longer? Hard to say. Either way, I’ve been on the hunt for a new scent that I could embrace.
And lo! How they have such scents at the Saks perfume counter!
I will be the first to heartily admit to you, Interwebers, that I am not the hippest person out there. I’m not very trendy and my stylish quotient is wobbly at best. So I was in the complete dark about Bond No. 9 perfumes until Panda steered me directly toward a long white counter lined with start-shaped bottles of scents, each named after an area of New York.
And now my life is forever changed.
And wouldn’t you fucking know it, it’s been changed by an incredibly expensive splurge item.
The perfumes, Panda explained to me, are only available at Saks and the Bond Street store. Frankly, I don’t care if these perfumes are sold at fucking truck stops, I WANT THEM.
Except did I mention the part about them being an incredibly expensive splurge item? Like, the smaller bottles retailing around $150, and the larger ones over $200?
So there’s that.
But you know? If I had the money, I’d shell it out, because they smell that good.
Oh, Interwebers, how I wish Al Gore would have invented Smell-o-puter to go along with the Interwebs, as it would be most handy right now. I wish you could smell these delicious smells that are such a pick me up when the afternoon blahs hit.
Well, most of them do. Some of the scents I wasn’t wild about. Panda and I must have sniffed and sprayed every single scent—about 30—on display at least twice, trying to decide which we loved the most. I love the High Line scent immensely. It’s light and kind of grassy and, just…springy.
So not helpful.
THIS IS WHY WE NEED SMELL-O-PUTER!
And I enjoyed the Montauk scent so much I actually sprayed it on my wrist before we left. It’s a little heavier than the High Line, deeper with a musky, sea-like, creamy note behind it.
Does that even make sense to anyone but me?
Panda bought a bottle of the Fire Island scent, a summery, tanning oil-reminiscent smell, as a birthday present to herself, and saleswoman behind the counter was nice enough to give us these samples as a takeaway.
I love that saleswoman.
She is my new favorite person.
Stop by Calliope’s site to see what other Photo Friday members say is THEIR afternoon delight!