I can already hear the rumblings all the way to South Boston- the Irish Riviera: “Here comes Ida’s / Chayaruchama’s / Hayat Rahman’s Eastern European hyperbole getting the death grip on her. AGAIN “ Fret not., my friends. For a reasonable price, you too can wallow in the blissful experience of skin as charmeuse. Jason, …
Harbinger.
The name conjures visions of plump-breasted robins, crocus and snowdrops, fuzzy nascent buds on dormant magnolias.
Liz Zorn has given us a gentle thing, airy and earthy-
With much to contemplate in-between the two.
Serena Ava Franco delved into her goddess deck of cards, searching for guidance and inspiration for her new perfume- And up came Green Tara. another jewel in the woody crown, divinely soothing.
If they had not been living in different times-
I would have sworn that August Strindberg and Michel Morsetti were firmly in cahoots.
Strindberg’s play of class struggle, morality, and gender roles fits Caron’s Poivre to a T.
The Delicate Ones is tenacious, amorous, and emotive -much like Amanda herself.
It is lushly floral, with a deeply resinous quality. Don’t judge a book by its cover!
Cocoa Tuberose.
The name alone conjures images of conjugal relations between the dark and the divine, no?
Earthy, heady, dangerous.
