There are days when I can keep to just one subject, but that day is not Friday… so here’s a nice-smelling mini-review, and a couple other things running around inside my head.
A friend brought me from VS London this amazing body mist, Exotic Woods from Victoria’s Secret, which I’d never tried (I believe this is a limited edition, but I’m not sure… I didn’t see it in the website) and it’s a total delight.
I love everything from the bottle design to the scent: as the name implies, it is woodsy, with a touch of leaves and spice; at first, it seems sort of masculine, but it’s not precisely that either… it’s androgynous and sort of wild. I tend to like many typically feminine fragrances, but I also appreciate an excursion from the usual from time to time.
This autumn started out a bit warm, so I only recently went back to my usual EDP (around spring I opened a gorgeous bottle of Narciso from Narciso Rodriguez, which I got for Xmas, but it became too much at around June). Still, I don’t want to wear my summer cologne, and found this mist absolutely perfect for transition time…
The duration’s pretty good too, as I’ve come to expect from VS mists; I could still feel hints of it a good three hours or so after applying. I especially like it for gym days, when I want to spritz on something nice and mood-enhancing in the morning, but come the evening and the sweating in an enclosed space, I don’t want to be one of Those People pumping iron while bathed in perfume.
Disclaimer: this was a gift from someone in my circle, as I stated before… i.e. no input from either seller or manufacturer. Just so we’re clear and all.
The 20th episode of the Snailcast, titled Chaos and Dicks, had me in tears. I love that the Snail Squad can be deep in discussion of K-Beauty and blogosphere trends at one moment, such as truth in advertising and law for US bloggers, stick in very NSFW Asian marketplace finds at the next moment, then segue into serious cosmetic ingredient research.
Ya know, Chaos and Dicks sounds like a drink you could order in the Sex and the City universe, to sip with the girls while being glamorously neurotic about the last thing the love of their life/turd of the week said or did to this one or the other.*
*Not that I’m comparing the interesting and funny Snailcasters at the same level with the SATC dumbasses. I thought Sex And The City was the most mind-numbing, annoying, overrated pop-culture phenomenon ever. Before anyone asks, I’ll just leave my woman card on the table by the exit door.
This will NEVER not be great: Baltimora’s Tarzan Boy is pure 1985 awesomeness. I will never tire of this song, nor of admiring Jimmy McShane’s Frank N. Furteresque smokey eyes and contouring, a true paean to excess and living life to the hilt… ♪ OoOooAaoaOoAOoAaaa… ♫ ♪ OoOooAaoaOoAOoAaaa… ♫