Merry Easter, Internet

We've reached the time of year where people who live in the Northern hemisphere start posting pictures of their gardens and their Easter decorations and their pastel nail polishes and--well, you get the picture.

I, on the other hand, live in the most frozen portion of the frozen north. It's been only a few degrees above freezing, as gray and cloudy as a chinchilla stole. It snowed yesterday. The only thing blooming in my garden is the snowdrops. As spring flowers go, they are a dispiriting bunch. What with one thing and another, a girl could get depressed.

If you're not careful, life can be one giant chocolate rabbit after another.

And yet I continue to maintain my Pollyanna attitude. Why? Well, I'll tell you.

1. On one of the most cheerless of the recent series of cheerless days, I decided to try my sample of Fracas. It is every bit as LEGEND--wait for it--DARY as everyone says. And this in spite of the fact that my sample doesn't spray properly. A bouquet of flowers hasn't punched me in the face like this in years. I'm going to buy some.

2. My very slight tiptoeing into Korean skincare is actually showing results. My skin looks brighter. My face and neck are the same color. My eyelashes are longer. (I chalk that last up to their being especially well moisturized, due to my religious double-cleansing and twice-daily use of eye cream.)

3. I am no longer a combination talent agent/long haul trucker, which is my humorous way of alluding to the fact that my daughter has finished her college auditions.

4. This leaves me with a certain amount of free time, which I am devoting to doctors' appointments. I know, big fun!  

Not my spring break.

"Hey Poppy, what did you do for spring break?" "I got a mammogram!" But it needed to be done.

5. I had to get a chest X-ray because that's what kick-ass kidney cancer survivors do. My doctor's office called, and my lungs are fine.

6. Best of all, I had my mammogram today. Yes, I'm going there.

My American readers might be aware that like me, the state of Michigan has an extra land mass up north.

Well, so do my breasts. My "breast" tissue extends well into my armpits. Getting a good, thorough shot of that extra tissue involves more than the usual amount of pinching, squeezing, and general discomfort. So. I'm really glad that's OVER.

7. After all my ranting, I decided to give my Too Faced Chocolate Bar palette another try. See, I learned on YouTube that it's possible to mix eyeshadow colors. I'm sure you're all rolling your eyes and being all "Well, duh," but it had never occurred to me. For some reason, I mix cream and liquid makeup with abandon. The back of my left hand becomes my palette, and foundation and concealers and cream rouge and luminizers get combined like crazy. But it never occurred to me that I could lighten an eyeshadow shade by loading the brush with a lighter shade, then dipping it into the shade that is too dark.

Yeah, that's kind of obvious.

But it doesn't mean I've become some crazy fan of that palette, because honestly, when you buy the 64-shade box of Crayolas, you shouldn't have to mix shades.

But I'm wearing some shades from the palette at the moment, and they look OK.

Goosie and I hope you have a happy Easter.

Review: Robert Piguet's Mademoiselle Piguet

Retails for $92.99 at FragranceNet

We've finally arrived at the time of year when I reach for the strongest florals in my perfume collection. At this point, I can't take one more cold, gray day, and I self-medicate by punching myself in the face with the sort of floral perfumes I find completely overpowering in June, July, and August.

The usual February suspects include Kilian's Surrender, Lucien Lelong's Indiscret, and Lauder's Private Collection Tuberose Gardenia. All of them are very powerful fragrances stuffed with white flowers like gardenia, jasmine, and tuberose.

And then there's Fracas

I've been intrigued by Robert Piguet's Fracas for ages. Like Jungle Gardenia, it's a legendary fragrance that, instantly recognizable, billows invisibly when a woman wearing it passes by, and fills empty elevators to overflowing. In short, a fragrance with Presence.

On Frantica, the notes for Fracas are described as

Tuberose, exuberant and seductive, nicely blends with pure, clear and intensive notes of jasmine, white narcissus, gardenia, lily of the valley and white iris, with a hint of orange blossom and violet embraced by sandalwood, vetiver and sensual musk in the base.

This sounds like something I'd love, even down to the sandalwood. So I was excited to receive a GWP of a trio of Piguet fragrances: classic Fracas, Gardenia, and Mademoiselle Piguet. They sounded pretty damned floral to me—just what the doctor ordered, because a storm had just dumped a few inches of snow on top of the snowdrops that had just started emerging in the sunny part of my garden.

I decided to start with a Piguet fragrance that had no history or connotations for me—sort of sneaking up on Fracas on little cat feet. So after my shower yesterday, I applied five or six spritzes of Mademoiselle Piguet.

I'm going to veer away from the fragrance sample for a while--don't worry; I'll get back.

My husband is a fan of jasmine tea. Although I like the fragrance of jasmine, I think jasmine tea smells—and therefore tastes—like soap. Every time I lift a cup of jasmine tea to my lips, I get a whiff of the scent and think "Yep, there's that soap smell again."

I had a similar reaction to Mademoiselle Piguet. 

My thoughts on orange blossom

If I were a real perfumista, I'd recognize neroli or orange blossom a mile away. And it would Mean Something. But I grew up in the frozen north, getting my fresh flower fix by dipping my face into lilac blossoms and roses, rather then orange blossom. As a result, when confronted with lots of neroli/orange blossom, which is pretty much all Mademoiselle Piguet is, my nose doesn't come up with anything but an overpowering sweetness.

That is not to say that orange blossom doesn't come heavily laden with connotations. An orange blossom wreath became a traditional bridal accessory after Queen Victoria wore one, but of course, she had the orangerie at Kensington Palace at her disposal.

You will no doubt be fascinated to learn that there was a huge fad for wax orange blossom headpieces for brides in the 19th and 20th century.

Apparently a LOT of us were getting married in the Frozen North, with its traditional dearth of orange trees. We had to wear falsies.

Of course, well-to-do people like actor John Barrymore and his bride Delores Costello probably had access to real, rather than wax flowers.

But what I'm really trying to say is that for me, orange blossom is more of a legendary scent. An olfactory Harvey-the-six-foot invisible rabbit, if you will.

Why I've been dithering about wax flowers

I'm not well-versed enough in perfume terminology to wax authoritative about this fragrance, (see what I did there?) but Mademoiselle Piguet is coming across as a soliflore to me. It's as powerful and linear as Giorgio, except it's a soliflore instead of a ... whatever the hell Giorgio actually was.

According to Ca Fleure Bon, the notes in Mademoiselle Piguet look like this:

That's an extremely pared-down pyramid. Most fragrances have many more notes. But it bears out my experience with Mademoiselle Piguet. I'm used to perfumes that have opening notes, middle notes, and dry-down notes. It may not be cutting edge perfume-manufacturing, but that's what I'm used to. And so, for me, it feels odd to apply a perfume and have it smell the same for hours and hours. Odd, and weirdly inorganic. Static.

Mademoiselle Piguet doesn't develop. It starts off as a croissant spread with honey and orange marmalade, and it stays that way. For hours. And hours. And while this isn't a bad thing per se—for some people, like Gale Hayden when she developed Giorgio, it's a selling point—it's not for me.

As far as I'm concerned, air fresheners, soap, fabric softener sheets, and scented candles should have one scent that stays consistent, world without end, amen. They're background scents. Elevator music for your nose.

Perfume is supposed to be like a living thing. It's supposed to smell different on different people, and smell different depending on how long ago you applied it, and even smell different because it has started to break down in the bottle.

Perfume is not supposed to be an olfactory Energizer Bunny.

And yet, it's the next day, and I can still smell Mademoiselle Piguet.

Yep, there's that orange blossom smell again.