Green was the scent of one of my homes.

Despite being quite busy (sometimes, at least- as I seem to find myself experiencing bouts of "pregnant pause" again) recently, my mind has also been drifting to the realm of scent.  In particular, with so much free time (Other Half not being around as much), I have been thinking in particular about the haunting scent of the Park Hyatt Vendome as magically concocted by the parfumeur Blaise Mautin, and looking to go back there perhaps soon for a quick jaunt, but it seems a bit frivolous to go to Paris yet again (for, if I did, it would be three times in a year- all for pleasure)

With that said, but by no means meaning that I will not go (although in all probability I will not), I then detoured into another scent that sometimes comes in and out of my olfactory memory, which is the himalayan larch scent from Red Flower which is available in candle form around the holiday season.  Not expecting it to be available at the store (which it was not, but I had to try), I sought to find its replacement in something called moonflower- but is nowhere near it, but its sweetness belies a mystery behind its color and its fragrance.  I do have to say, though, that I was able to find two of the limited edition candles on-line, for which I must admit I was willing to pay a premium (but, fortunately, was to be had for a nice sum)

Now, don't get me into Made to Measure scents, because just as surely as Savile Row always calls my name, so too will I definitely find myself very soon at the doors of the workshop in Paris.  Desire as you know I always have, and I've got some ideas...

what i pined for, and is here now (twice)

is it christmas already?