A Wookiee Christmas and a Will Ferrell Dream

Forget everything you have ever heard:  Plan 9 From Outer Space is not the worst movie ever made; The Star Wars Holiday Special is.

For the most part, it wasn’t even laughably bad; it was just unspeakably so!  No plot; I’m serious!  Things just randomly happened—random characters appeared and disappeared, musical numbers were performed merely for the sake of taking up time!  Carrie Fisher sang.  Entire scenes of Wookiees conversing in Wookiee (with no subtitles, might I add) were played.  That was the whole movie, basically.  The one brief scene with Darth Vader was stolen right out of A New Hope.  There’s a place in the end when Chewie arbitrarily stares into space and dreams about things that happened in A New Hope—some of which he didn’t even witness.  None of it fit into the timeline at all (which led me to the conclusion that it must have all been taking place in a separate dimension—although, as I pointed out, I didn’t know why I was bothering with the attempt at rationalization when there was no rationality to any of it at all).  The cartoon made more sense than anything else, even though we couldn’t see why that was placed in there, either…and right in the middle of everything.  There was something like soft porn, and there was a Bizarro Rocky Horror Martha Stewart.  I didn’t understand!  I still don’t, and I promise you—I never will.

On with the Will Ferrell dream.

I was bored one night, and nobody could hang out, so for some reason I decided to drive to St. Augustine…alone…down A1A (a drive that I do love, but it’s already creepy when you’re with somebody—imagine being completely alone at about 8:30 when it’s dark).

I arrive, park, and go walking down St. George Street.  I’m just walking along, and everything is closed, and…nobody is there at all, except me.  And I’m walking…and then I pass this little arcade thing, where there is a light on, and somebody is inside, hyperactively running around to various machines.  It’s Will Ferrell. I stop, look at him strangely, and continue on my way.

About two hours later, when I’m coming back in the other direction, I see that he is still in there, and now he looks drunk, and is clinging on to an air hockey machine (because that is apparently the only way he can keep himself upright by this point).  And he’s whacking the puck against the walls of the machine, and he just really looks drunk.  I walk in and say, “I would be absolutely delighted to play a game with you.”

He looks thrilled, too, and gives me the…not the puck, but the other thing…um…whatever it’s called.  He then takes out a large white plastic egg and starts trying to hit the puck with that.

I say, “Uh…what’s that?”

He replies, “Harry Potter.”

Of course, this line somehow makes perfect sense to me in my dream, so I just nod and continue playing.  I think the way I interpreted it was that it was supposed to be Norbert’s egg, and it was some sort of children’s toy.

We give up on the game after a while and just walk outside, and he’s clinging onto me for support…and we round a corner, and there’s Kristen, who immediately goes all fangirlish and wants a picture with Will.  I happily oblige, knowing well about her obsession, of course.  And he then clings onto her and slurs, “Great!  I have a girlfriend now!” which thrills Kristen even more.

And then Cortney, Nicole, and Katie all show up, and we’re all standing together looking at Kristen and Will Ferrell and saying, “Awwww, how cute!”  Not really like us at all, but…there you have it.

And that was really it.  I’d better go to bed now.

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Review of “The Mysteries” by Lisa Tuttle

I’ve always been obsessed with faerie tales, but ever since I read Tolkien’s novella, Smith of Wootton Major, I have also been obsessed with the land of Faerie (or Faery).  Not the little winged, insect-type faeries.  Not Tinker Bell.  But Faeries, as in the inhabitants of Faerieland.  I completely lapped up the miniseries Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (though I have yet to get my hands on the book) and am seeking more like it.

I’ve spent the last few days sick and reading this really cool book called The Mysteries by Lisa Tuttle–an American who relocated to Scotland.

I wasn’t originally going to get a book.  I had strong convictions when I entered the library (“Don’t get a book!  You have stacks of books already!  You don’t need any more!”) but my dad took a lot longer than I did picking out the CDs he wanted, so there was nothing else for it than to go study the books.  And sure, I picked several up, but I had the willpower to put them back down again—until this one.  The title, and the Celtic-looking…thing…on the spine…well, I had to find out what that was.

The first thing I noticed on the cover was the enlarged picture from the spine…what appeared to be a door in a stone wall.  Underneath was the teaser:  “What happens when someone vanishes without a trace?”  At the very top, a promotional quote from Dean Koontz:  “A thriller, detective story, and fantasy all in one.  A winner!”

I knew I had to read this book.

Even so, I’d sworn I wasn’t going to get anything, so I opened the inside cover to read more about it and to see if it could wait.

It couldn’t.  I read things about this private investigator living in London, an obscure Celtic myth, a journey into the Highlands of Scotland, and a line that taunted me with “a door from one world into the heart of another”.  There was no parting with this book.

I looked up, startled, to see that my dad was already at the checkout—I’d already checked out, myself!  And there was a line of five people behind him!  And the library was closing in five minutes!

I went running, ducking under two ropes, and tossed the book on the counter, just in time.  “Get this!” I panted.  “Get it; I have to read it!”

The whole book is about a girl who disappeared, presumably to Faerieland.  And I like the author’s style in drawing your involvement and belief in her story—because, as it is about an investigator of missing people, she peppers the story with other odd accounts of missing people, each in their own 2- or 3-page chapters.  Each of these separate stories gets stranger and more difficult to believe—but she doesn’t feed them to you until you’re far enough along in her main story so that there is a plausible explanation for them—these people were carried off by Faeries, these human-like denizens of an Otherworld, which can sometimes be traveled to from our own.

I had a feeling, while reading these shorter stories, that all of them were true, or at least believed to be true, here in our own world…so I followed this feeling to the internet, where I Googled the names of some of these people.  Again and again, I got results, and plenty of them, with stories of these people that perfectly corroborated the ones in the book.  These stories were all true—at least, they were real legends, and not made up by the author.  She had essentially crafted her story around these real stories of missing people and involvements with Faeries.

It was exactly what I needed while trying to get well.

Inside the Daily Prophet

I have to share this site I discovered.  It’s called myNoise and it lets you play ambient sounds to help you focus or relax or whatever you want.  There are so many different sounds available and you can combine them to make new ones!

Last night I was trying to write a scene that takes place inside the Daily Prophet, and I went to this site to find something to help me focus.  I used three different sounds to basically create the inside of the Daily Prophet.

First I took Cafe/Restaurant and turned down all the clinking dishes and all other noises but the voices.

I then added Factory (or Industrial Revolution–it seems to have two names) to add the sounds of a printing press.

Lastly, I added Fireworks and turned most of them down to low, sporadic blasts, to give the illusion of wands occasionally producing spells.

It’s so perfect.  Exactly what I would expect that environment to sound like.  I’m never writing without this site again!  I’m going to continue creating environments for every scene I want to write.  I highly recommend this to every writer and will definitely be donating in the future.

Nature vs. Nurture and Complaints About the Movie

I feel like I’m floating in an abyss.  I don’t mean that in some sort of tragic, depressing, emo way…just that Brother has turned out all the lights in the living room, so the only thing I can see now is the monitor and a little bit of the desk.  If I glance away from the screen, it looks like there’s nothing there.

I watched the Les Miserables film—the 1998 one with Liam Neeson—and I hated it.  I knew that I would before I even rented it; why did I bother?  Well…I guess I just wanted to see Neeson and Rush, to see how they did…Claire Danes was a terrible Cosette—and where in the hell was Eponine!?  Neeson and Rush were each fantastic in their respective roles, but…too much was changed from the book.  I’m not talking about omitted—I don’t mind that so much, if it doesn’t change the story, and of course I knew they’d have to, because the movie was only twohours long…but actually changed; I hate that.

Although, based on the songs, and just from what I hear, I think I’ll like the musical.  That’s next on my viewing list.

I wrote this a few days ago when my history teacher brought up the whole “nature vs. nurture” thing, and my mind started wandering.  I never used to have a comment on this, because I couldn’t make up my mind; but in my psych class last year—and probably building up to that point, too—I reached a decision, which makes sense to me, and I don’t understand how I could ever not have felt this way.  So here’s my staunch nurturist view on it.

I don’t believe that people are born inherently “good” or “bad”; I believe that they are born human, and that they are shaped by life as they live it.  Nurture, not nature.  I can remember my psychology professor discussing this last semester, presenting each opposing viewpoint.  The nurture theory, he described, is about being born with a certain amount of “stuff” inside, and then making of that what you will as you go.  I suppose that “stuff” would be what some consider the soul, wouldn’t it?  I think that people, based on influences in their lives, are more inclined to act either good or bad, but that this is capable of change—always.  Life is about free will, choices, and learning.  It would seem, however, that once a person has leaned more to the good or the bad, that he would generally stay to that path from that point onward, unless faced with a dramatic, soul-changing event.

If one looks at plays, or novels, or films, and the people who stick in one’s mind the most as being the greatest, most lovable, most believable characters, those are the ones who are rounded out.  This is how we describe those characters who are capable of changing their entire lives around…people who can change how they perceive everything.  Jean Valjean does a major turnaround as a character in Les Miserables, and I adore him for this.  The honorable Inspector Javert, on the other hand, I hated from the beginning.  It wasn’t just because I knew that he would be stalking Valjean for the eternity that was 1,463 pages—it was because he was so flat.  Of course, the character was written to be hated…but if he had no other qualities, I mean.  In the end, of course, he changes…and this, for the first time, was when I looked at him with a new light.  I felt far more respect for him in these last moments of humility than in his entire career—and, indeed, life—of piousness.

When I look at my own soul, who I am, I find that most evidence points to this nurture theory, that I certainly am shaped by my experiences, and that I am not the same person at this moment of my life as I was at various other instances throughout.

That was all I wrote before time ran out.

Oh, I have an updated perfume list again:

  • Versace Bright Crystal
  • Calvin Klein Euphoria
  • Lancome La Vie Est Belle
  • Jo Malone London Mimosa & Cardamom
  • Michael Kors Sexy Amber
  • Michael Kors 24K Brilliant Gold
  • Michael Kors Glam Jasmine
  • Marc Jacobs Decadence
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Dream
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Eau So Fresh
  • Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet – When I closed my eyes and smelled this one for the first time, I had instant mental images of white tablecloths, crystal chandeliers, a tuxedoed live band, and the word “elegant”.  Unfortunately, this scent does not appear to be available in an EDP and did not last very long.  It lasted longer than either of the Ralph Lauren scents, however.
  • Miss Dior Eau de Toilette
  • Miss Dior Eau de Parfum
  • Chanel Chance
  • Chanel Coco Mademoiselle
  • My Burberry
  • Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold Absolu
  • Modern Muse Le Rouge
  • Vince Camuto Capri – I really liked this one.  It was calming and lasted most of the day.  It described itself as a “cool breeze off the Mediterranean Sea”, and I felt like I could visualize that when I smelled it.
  • Thierry Mugler Alien – I thought I would like this one seeing as it was made up of pretty much all things I enjoy, but maybe I just didn’t like the way they went together?  Something about it was too strong and off-putting, and the thought that crossed my mind was that it was just too “adult” for me somehow.  Long-lasting, though.  I won’t be trying it again, for sure.
  • Thierry Mugler Alien – I couldn’t stand it.  It wasn’t that it smelled bad, but it smelled like something sweet I would like to eat, like a cookie.  I don’t want to smell like a cookie.
  • Ralph Lauren Romance – I actually really liked the scent, but it only lasted for about an hour.  Maybe the concentration was just too low?  But whatever the problem was, I can’t choose as a signature scent something that I’m going to have to reapply several times throughout the day.  That’s not simple enough for me.
  • Ralph Lauren Midnight Romance – Not a fan.  It was too sickeningly sweet and also only lasted around an hour (thank goodness).
  • Jimmy Choo Illicit – Another one I liked but that didn’t last long enough for me to give it another shot.
  • Victoria’s Secret Endless Love – I actually adore this scent.  It smells absolutely enchanting right out of the bottle.  But for some reason, it just doesn’t smell good on me.  So I have to give it a pass.

Scentsitive

I managed to locate another perfume sample in my bathroom, so here’s another update to my list:

  • Calvin Klein Euphoria
  • Versace Bright Crystal
  • Lancome La Vie Est Belle
  • Jo Malone London Mimosa & Cardamom
  • Michael Kors Sexy Amber
  • Michael Kors 24K Brilliant Gold
  • Michael Kors Glam Jasmine
  • Marc Jacobs Decadence
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Dream
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Eau So Fresh
  • Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet – When I closed my eyes and smelled this one for the first time, I had instant mental images of white tablecloths, crystal chandeliers, a tuxedoed live band, and the word “elegant”.  Unfortunately, this scent does not appear to be available in an EDP and did not last very long.  It lasted longer than either of the Ralph Lauren scents, however.
  • Miss Dior Eau de Toilette
  • Miss Dior Eau de Parfum
  • Chanel Chance
  • Chanel Coco Mademoiselle
  • My Burberry
  • Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold Absolu
  • Modern Muse Le Rouge
  • Vince Camuto Capri – I really liked this one.  It was calming and lasted most of the day.  It described itself as a “cool breeze off the Mediterranean Sea”, and I felt like I could visualize that when I smelled it.
  • Thierry Mugler Alien – I thought I would like this one seeing as it was made up of pretty much all things I enjoy, but maybe I just didn’t like the way they went together?  Something about it was too strong and off-putting, and the thought that crossed my mind was that it was just too “adult” for me somehow.  Long-lasting, though.  I won’t be trying it again, for sure.
  • Ralph Lauren Romance – I actually really liked the scent, but it only lasted for about an hour.  Maybe the concentration was just too low?  But whatever the problem was, I can’t choose as a signature scent something that I’m going to have to reapply several times throughout the day.  That’s not simple enough for me.
  • Ralph Lauren Midnight Romance – Not a fan.  It was too sickeningly sweet and also only lasted around an hour (thank goodness).
  • Jimmy Choo Illicit – Another one I liked but that didn’t last long enough for me to give it another shot.
  • Viva by Fergie – The very first thing I thought when I put this on was that it was just all wrong somehow.  Later in the day I realized that it smelled like a hot summer day mixed with the tang of dried sweat–mmm.  Florida.  But I hate summer and Florida and don’t want to smell like it.  As the day went on, I came to like the scent.  It would actually smell really good…on a man.  Unfortunately, this scent had amazing staying power.  I can still smell it 13 hours later.  However, I discovered that it has been discontinued.  It’s easy to see why.

Review Of Aida

We saw the opera version of the show, which was in Italian.  Neither Katie nor I had ever been to an opera before, so we weren’t quite sure what to expect.  First of all, it’s very different from a regular stage play—there’s not a lot of action or blocking; through a lot of it, the company just stands onstage, facing the audience, and singing.  (In fact, the whole thing is singing; there’s no dialogue.)  It sounds difficult to interpret, but there are subtitles above the stage, cast there by a projector.

We have a diverse range of characters before us.  In the beginning, we are introduced to Aida, an Ethiopian, who is slave to Amneris, the rich, prima donna daughter of the Pharaoh.  Both girls are in love with young officer Radames, who is to fight the Ethiopian army, at the head of Egypt’s.  They are also unaware of each other’s feelings for Radames, and both confident that he loves her, and her alone.

In truth, Radames loves only Aida, who, unbeknownst to him, Amneris, or anyone else, is herself a princess, daughter of the Ethiopian King, Amonasro.  This causes great grief and torment for Aida, who sings a long song about how she is uncertain whether she loves her father or her lover more, and how to choose between them, and for the gods to please have mercy on her.

Amneris, sensing something in the way Aida and Radames look at each other, grows suspicious about Aida and her feelings for Radames.  She devises the ingenious plot to tell Aida that Radames has been killed in battle, to determine from her bodily responses how she feels about him.

We see Amneris sitting on a little couch, being fanned by slaves with giant leaves.  At this point, two slaves in teeny bikinis take the stage to dance to a long instrumental number.  The girls dance poorly for a while (seriously…the dancing was really bad), and Amneris, evidently growing weary of the atrocious spectacle, orders everyone but Aida out of the room.  She then carries out her brilliant plan of attack on Aida, informing her that Radames is dead.  Shamelessly, Aida immediately crumples into a heap on the floor, weeping, and singing a long song to the gods for mercy.  Amneris stands back, watching this, enjoying herself, before she finally decides to reveal herself.

AMNERIS:  Haha, bitch—I lied!  I deceived you!  Radames is not dead!  But now I know you love him!

Aida, again with no attempt at all to reveal her feelings, flies into the air, does some cartwheels, and breaks into a little victory dance, while the Hallelujah! chorus plays in the background.

AMNERIS:  *laughs evilly*  Now I really know you love him!  But you can’t have him!  You must come to the victory celebration and watch him profess his love to me!

Aida weeps and sings a long song to the gods for mercy.

We go to the victory celebration at Thebes, where the stage is crowded by the whole cast.  The two slaves in slightly different teeny bikini-skirt ensembles, this time joined by a male slave with an even shorter skirt, dance across the stage.  One of the girls’ skirt lifts up in the back about halfway through this, and the guy…well, let’s just say his skirt didn’t have to lift—his ass was already hanging out the bottom of it.  The priests, the high priest, the Pharaoh, Amneris, Radames, Aida, and all the captured Ethiopians all stand statue-still behind them, stony-faced, and solemnly observing all.

After the dance number, the slaves exit the scene, and everyone starts celebrating Radames’ victory and the end of the dancing.  Aida spots her father across the stage and runs to him, shouting for all to hear.

AIDA:  Daddy!

AMONASRO:  Shh!  Not so loud!  Don’t let everyone know that I’m the King!

Aida falls silent, and then the Pharaoh offers Radames whatever he wants in return for winning the battle against Ethiopia.  Radames asks that all the slaves be freed, and this is granted, but the Pharaoh and High Priest decide to hold onto Amonasro, now that everyone knows he is Aida’s father.

Because in most situations of a similar nature, the hero would ask for the princess’ hand in marriage, and Radames doesn’t ask for this, the Pharaoh takes it on himself to just offer it to Radames anyway.

PHARAOH:  Radames, handsome young hero, you now have my permission to wed my beautiful young daughter!

RADAMES:  Oh, but I really don’t want—

PHARAOH:  Nonsense!

RADAMES:  Um…okay, dude.  Whatever.

Intermission.

We next see Aida, alone, singing a long song to the gods about how pretty her homeland is, and how she misses it because it has flowers and green fields and fragrant soil (and she asks for mercy, too).

Amonasro appears out of nowhere.

AMONASRO:  You are not a slave, and you and Radames will be married and live happily ever after in Ethiopia!

AIDA:  No we can’t, or Amneris will kill him!  And what the hell are you talking about?—I am too a slave!

AMONASRO:  I renounce you as my daughter and as an Ethiopian!

AIDA:  I’m so sorry, Daddy!  Please forgive me!  Forgive me!  I’m not a slave! I’m your precious Ethiopian daughter!

AMONASRO:  Radames is coming.  Quick, let me hide.  I will be listening to your conversation.

AIDA:  Radames!  Darling!

RADAMES:  Aida!  I love you!  Let us be married!

AIDA:  We can’t!  You have to marry that whore now!  And it’s all your fault!

RADAMES:  We can run away together!

AIDA:  But Amneris will kill you if we do!

RADAMES:  We can run away to the vast Egyptian desert!  No one will ever find us there!

AIDA:  But they will find us there!  We must run away to my homeland, because it’s pretty and it has flowers and green fields and fragrant soil!

RADAMES:  Hmmm….

AIDA:  We can have sex in the flowers and green fields and fragrant soil of my pretty homeland!

RADAMES:  Dude, let’s go!  But which way?  The Egyptians are going to try to break into Ethiopia from this really specific route, and here are the exact coordinates of where they will be hiding!

AMONASRO:  HaHA!  I tricked you!  Now my troops will know where to go to slaughter your troops!

AMNERIS:  HaHA!  I tricked you, too!  Now I know you really love her!

RAMFIS (THE HIGH PRIEST):  HaHA!  I, too, have tricked you!  Now I know you’re a traitor and you are the Ethiopian king!

Radames gets all pissed at Aida for tricking him, and she and Amonasro escape so that she can sing long songs to the gods to pray for mercy.  Then she decides to kill herself because she’ll never see Radames again or have sex with him in her pretty homeland with the flowers and green fields and fragrant soil.

Radames, furious with himself, turns himself in to the priests as a traitor, and the two dancing girls come out and do a mournful dance because they, sadly, don’t really know how to dance.

Amneris then offers Radames his life in return for his love.

AMNERIS:  If you act like you don’t know Aida exists, and you just forget everything that has happened and come and marry me, I promise no one will kill you!

RADAMES:  WTF bitch, you just condemned the girl I love to die!  Hell no, never!

AMNERIS:  Well fine…then you can die, too, for all I care!

RADAMES:  As you wish.  (Bitch.)

Radames is buried in the tomb.  He breaks into a long song to the gods about how sad he is that he will never see his true love again.  When he is done, Aida appears out of the shadows.

RADAMES:  Aida!  My love!  What are you doing here!?

AIDA:  I was going to kill myself anyway, but then I figured—why not just come and die in your arms instead?

RADAMES:  That was such a stupid idea!  Thank you!

AIDA:  No problem…I figured maybe we could have sex first too, before we die.

RADAMES:  What was that?

AIDA:  I didn’t say anything.

RADAMES:  …I heard something….

And then they sing a song about how happy they will be once they are dead and together in Heaven, which is far prettier and greener and fragranter than Ethiopia.

Amneris sits on top of the tomb and sings a song about how sorry she is that she’s such a bitch and that the guy she loves is now going to die (and she prays for peace, too).

KATIE:  …Why doesn’t she just get a bunch of her friends together to help roll the stone out of the way…?

Bottom line:  The singing was good, the plot was good, the acting was mediocre, and the dancing…sucked.

Scentillating

Okay, I will admit to having totally forgotten about this project.  But as I’ve recently come into some more samples, here’s an update.  I regret not having also posted the ones I tried and disliked last time.  I also regret not writing any kind of review or what I liked about the ones I did.

What I have done now is to go through descriptions of all the ones from my list to figure out which notes were recurrences.  There were many, but the most common of these (ones that occurred three or more times) were:

Rose, patchouli, jasmine, various types of orange, amber, musk, and sandalwood.

Others that appeared only twice were:

Peony, lotus, magnolia, violet, iris, sambac, cassis, plum, saffron, vetiver, grapefruit, vanilla, white woods, and raspberry.

Everything else appeared once:

Yuzu, pomegranate, apple, green leaves, orchid, red woods, gourmand, praline, cardamom, tonka bean, heliotrope, persimmon, white flowers, coffee accord, cedarwood essence, pink pepper, black currant, orris, papyrus woods, strawberry, gardenia, blackberry, pear, lychee, wisteria, coconut water, sweet pea, bergamot, geranium, golden quince, freesia, damask.

Now that I know what I like, here is an updated list.  In future I will update this from time to time with a cross through anything I decide to remove from it, and I will begin adding things I don’t like in italics.  And from now on I will try to include a brief description of each one.

  • Versace Bright Crystal
  • Calvin Klein Euphoria
  • Lancome La Vie Est Belle
  • Jo Malone London Mimosa & Cardamom
  • Michael Kors Sexy Amber
  • Michael Kors 24K Brilliant Gold
  • Michael Kors Glam Jasmine
  • Marc Jacobs Decadence
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Dream
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Eau So Fresh
  • Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet
  • Miss Dior Eau de Toilette
  • Miss Dior Eau de Parfum
  • Chanel Chance
  • Chanel Coco Mademoiselle
  • My Burberry
  • Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold Absolu
  • Modern Muse Le Rouge
  • Vince Camuto Capri – I really liked this one.  It was calming and lasted most of the day.  It described itself as a “cool breeze off the Mediterranean Sea”, and I felt like I could visualize that when I smelled it.
  • Thierry Mugler Alien – I thought I would like this one seeing as it was made up of pretty much all things I enjoy, but maybe I just didn’t like the way they went together?  Something about it was too strong and off-putting, and the thought that crossed my mind was that it was just too “adult” for me somehow.  Long-lasting, though.  I won’t be trying it again, for sure.
  • Ralph Lauren Romance – I actually really liked the scent, but it only lasted for about an hour.  Maybe the concentration was just too low?  But whatever the problem was, I can’t choose as a signature scent something that I’m going to have to reapply several times throughout the day.  That’s not simple enough for me.
  • Ralph Lauren Midnight Romance – Not a fan.  It was too sickeningly sweet and also only lasted around an hour (thank goodness).

More to come as I sample and re-sample.  At some point I’ll also create a list of notes from scents I don’t like so I can try to look for patterns there, too.