Perfect Violet?

I'm starting to get a clear idea of my perfect violet. Or at least, a little more defined.

I love the iris/violet/ambrette combination that I've sniffed a few times now.

Though I don't like cedar, though the muted vanilla-cedar of Feminite du Bois is lovely. It's like the vanilla rich redwoods of California. I wonder if the evergreens of Japan also smell of vanilla?

Though I'm from upstate New York, and the very best patch of purple violets in the family yard is under a maple tree. So instead of cedar I would prefer the smell of maple - sap, bark, buds, whirlygig seed pods, and leaves.

And I'd like mint. Not the smell of mint, but the cooling sense of mint. So that it smells like the bitter spring mornings that are hard to forget, due to startlingly cold finger tips. MK Journey has that sense - the cold bit of mint in the nose, that makes it refreshing instead of sickly sweet.

For the dry down... maybe some nice warm spices, a consolation for all that coolness? Carrots smell nice with ginger and honey, so maybe iris would, too. And violets smell good with almost everything, right up until I realize I smell like a tart.

And under it all, I'd love just a bit of dirtiness. I'm smitten with CBIHP's Wild Hunt (much more so then his Violet Empire), and I'd love some dirt. Though I'd settle for raunchy leather, or skin smell. Or maybe the smell of clean hair.

Isn't it fun to think of these imaginary scents, and to sniff all the real ones, of course.

TDC - Un Parfum des Sens et Bois

Friend of a friend she wore a tie and I didn't like her.

At dinner.

She said, "Your boss could just sit on you and claim accidental death, so you don't need to worry about getting fired."

I got drink up my nose and decided I liked her after all.

When we hugged good by she smelled sweet and powdery.

Tom Ford Private Blend : Black Violet

What's that girl? Someone is down the well?

arf

Er, those are violets. While I could very easily dangle from my ankles by a centuries old rope to try to save them, it might be better to just take one giant step back. And I think we should leave them be, they're pretty.

arf

Yes, you can have a cookie.

Violetta di Parma

At first: Sugar, purple violets, and their leaves all smashed in a plastic blender. Smashed as in drunken.

After 2 hours on the skin:
At first, it just appeared as if the house plant had been hit with something. But then the pink import shoes wiggled, and the scene of mayhem became clear. An import doll with white, purple, and green hair, spoiled with couture doll fashion, had gone on a sugar bender nibbling down Choward's Violet Mints. The vase was broken, the cat was jumpy, and the house plant was severely dented.

Bad dolly.