Happy dating-anniversary to me and Adam. :)
Feet are not happy about the amount of standing/walking yesterday. Knees, either. :P
Here are a few of the fine developments I expect you will have enjoyed by the end of July: growing pains that feel pretty damn good; the dissolution of wishy-washy wishes that had been keeping you distracted from your burning desires; a vivid vision of what you want to be when you grow up; living proof that you're not just an armchair adventurer; the friendliest lust ever; a new plaything; and insight into why fanaticism can be very useful in moderation.
I have to pack suitcases again tomorrow. ARGH.
* The island of Sark: the last bastion of feudalism. Seriously.
* Rose glasses on chickens reduce fighting?
* "Your Guide to Never Feeling Tired Again". Except, y'know, if you have epilepsy and/or fibro. Or CFS. In which case you're screwed.
Ever since the discovery of the cosmic background radiation in 1965, the overwhelmingly predominant view has been that our universe began about 14 billion years ago in a cosmic fireball known as the "big bang" and that it has been expanding, cooling, and evolving ever since. Recently, though, a small but growing number of theorists have begun to challenge this conventional belief and to pursue a radical new history of the universe. According to this new idea, there was a big bang, but this was not the beginning of space and time. In fact, in the version proposed by Neil Turok and myself, the big bang has occurred myriad times in our universe's past, repeating at regular intervals during which galaxies, stars, planets, and life form anew. The result is a "cyclic universe" in which cycles extend far into the past and into the future—and perhaps forever.
All Night Long: As if the name didn't spell it out for you. This blend relieves all sexual inhibitions by simultaneously relaxing and arousing.
In bottle: Cinnamon and resins.
On me: Smells like cinnamon buns! Complete with cakey and sweet overtones.
Grandmother of Ghosts: Mania, Roman Goddess of the Dead, Matron of Madness, Governess of the Ancestral Spirits, Bestower of Divine Frenzy. Her scent swirls with a high-pitched tumult of laurel, stargazer lily, splintered woods, peony, mandarin and white musk, and is spiked with pale pepper.
In bottle: Not too floral! A very light woody floral.
On me: White musk drowns out the other notes - but this is *so faint*.
Goneril: White geranium, calla lily, cedarwood and black orchid. A gentle floral bouquet masks a sinister and black-hearted core.
In bottle: Chokingly floral.
On me: Yep. Chokingly floral. Grandma perfume.
Veil: A quiet scent, soft, calm and enigmatic. A perfume of mystery, of whispers, and of secrets behind secrets. White sandalwood, lilac, gardenia, violet, orris, lavender and ylang ylang.
In bottle: Blech!
On me: Double blech! Violet and ylang ylang are heinous on their own. This is what happens when they team up.
Yeah, I know these reviews are boring. I'm working my way through frimps. One more day and I'll be moving on the other etailer samples - Mandrake Apothecary, CB I Hate Perfume, Possets, Sidhe Creations...
My swap/sale post is open again, btw.