A classic Victorian men's cologne: a lavender fougere, with hints of lilac, lime, and citrus musk.
Vial: in the vial the bouf seems very unified. I can pick up lavender as an afterthought, but if I didn't know what it was I'm not sure I'd know what it was. The lime is also a little present. So far, I like Whitechapel better--
Wet: Lavender, made a little fey by the other elements. I can't pick them out, but they make it smell better than just lavender--less harsh, more rounded. Nice. I can smell lime when I move.
Drydown: This is a really consistent scent on me. The citrusy note is fading off a little (Oh, my sweet lime, why dost thou desert me? Yeah, yeah, volatile oils, I know) and I can't help the suspicion that I smell like somebody's grandmother... but I smell like somebody's wicked grandmother, so that's all right.
Dry: Wicked grandmother. Definitely.
The boy was out at a movie last night, so I got sushi. (Synchronicity!) There's a place on Lake Mead and Tenaya I used to go--it wasn't great, but it was better than the other sushi place in driving distance. Anyway, it's been replaced... by a much better sushi joint. Which has weird sushi.
I got some stuff I'd never tried before. Black Widow Roll, which turns out to be tuna, soft shell tempura, avocado, watercress, and cucumber with some sort of a spicy sauce, and KGB roll, which is cream cheese and cucumber and spicy mayo and salmon on the inside, and seared white tuna on top. Would have been better without the searing, I think, but verra tasty.
I know, Americanized sushi. Bad bear.
I'm having the leftovers for breakfast. I am so decadent.