So we woke up this morning and it was 20 degrees and cold, so of course, what do we do but bundle ourselves up for a visit to Glacier National Park!
We’re nothing but the smart crowd here.
Don’t tease me like that!
No one’s ever taken a photo of driftwood before. You’re welcome.
The S-Curve to nowhere. I’m sure it’s part of the new stimulus package.
“Come sit down beside me,” said the frozen spider to the ice encrusted fly.
I half-expected Jack Nicholson to come charging out, axe in hand.
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE PERFUME:
Okay, okay — I sprayed myself with German fragrance house Parfums d’Imperfiction Eleven Minutes before we left (no, not eleven minutes before we left — the name of the scent is ‘Eleven Minutes’), and while the fragrance itself has a long and involved backstory involving princes, prostitutes and painters, the perfume itself is rather underwhelming.
It’s a nice enough piece of work, but extremely subtle (understatement of the year). I sprayed myself with nearly the entire 1.5ml sample (something I rarely have to do), and while it opened with a bright and pleasant lemongrass-citrus, it toned way down way fast, so much so that when I piled into the car not twenty minutes later, no one else could even tell I was wearing a fragrance — which could be either good or bad, depending on your perspective.
Scent notes are listed as: May chang, Neroli, Bergamot, Tuberose, Mimosa, Immortelle, Leather, Benzoin and Honey. It sounds like it could be really nice (even despite the inclusion of the dreaded Immortelle) but I can’t really tell you what wearing it was like beyond a vague impression of citrusy leather, as it simply vanished on my skin.
I don’t usually swallow fragrances whole like that — in fact, I often have the opposite experience, where scents are loud on my skin, so I can say with certainty that Eleven Minutes won’t even make it near my wish list. If I’m going to blow good cash on a niche scent, it’s going to be one that I can smell without having to dump half the bottle over my head.
To be fair, it’s not that it doesn’t have any effect at all, it just blended in too perfectly with the scent of my own skin to make any impact. I mean, I’m sitting here nearly ten hours later and I can catch a faint whiff of immortelle and honey, but that’s about all it was throughout the entire day — faint.
So if you like fragrances that wear warm and darkly sweet and very (very!) close to your own skin, Eleven Minutes might be just the ticket; however, if you’re looking for something with a bit more vim and vigor, you might want to look elsewhere (though perhaps it might have an entirely different effect when worn by women?).
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Well, now, I’ve never done Glacier in the winter. I’m thinking that’s a pretty good tradition. Gorgeous in the fall, though…
I love the concept of Parfums d’Imperfiction. Literary pairings with scents seems inspired in a nearly obvious way. So far, I haven’t been impressed. Of course, I’ve only tried one myself (O Alquimista and despised it. Very thick, too long lasting, and, as Hans put it, “Oh, God… that’s strong. It smells like smoke. Not in a good way. It smells like grain alcohol and fire pit.”) and read this review, but I’m nearly ready to give up without much of a fight.
The pictures are so funny I burned my tongue on my Lentil Soup.
This fragrance sounds fascinating for a woman.
Marin — Now that you mention it, I’ve tested out O Alquimista, as well, and remember not being particularly impressed. Same kind of reaction as Hans, only not as succinctly put.
The Eleven Minutes was nice, but seriously light and gone in a flash. Fortunately, it’s not bank breaking expensive, but you’ll go through the bottle in a hurry.
Agh! Not the dreaded lentil soup burn! I hate that.
Louise, I’ll make it up to you in some way. There must be a half price Kooba bag somewhere that will buy me absolution.