Tulips, peony, fresh flowing water and crisp green grasses.
Vial: Spring. Wet loam and crushed flowers, cut grass and mud. Pinching daffodil stems between your fingers.
Wet: This reminds me of the smell of flowerbeds in spring. Seriously. It's a very green smell, and I know it's supposed to be tulips, but I'm getting crushed daffodils.
Dry: fades off except a light sweetness
The dead have come to claim a debt from me--
In beauty quandaries that don't exist among the socially acclimated, I may have to stop hennaing my hair. Because I'm getting enough gray to show, a little bit, at the temples, and I like my gray. But without the henna my hair goes very ash-blond, which makes me sad, because I like being a redhead.
What I need is a hair product that will bring out red highlights without turning the gray stands Titian.
P.S. Thirteen hours to Narnia!