Summer Scents

Each Saturday the Greek wakes up early and drives to the local Farmer's Market in search of fresh flowers for our home. I'm usually still sleeping off the week's worth of child rearing. Last Saturday he arrived with an armful of white Tuberose. The scent has infused our house. Now, I am in search of a true Tuberose fragrance. Being the perfume whore that I am you would think I already had one, but for the last few years I have been addicted to patchouli, incense, amber and sandlwood type scents. The summer always throws me for a loop regarding scent.
I recently purchased Roger & Gallet's Gingembre scent but frankly I am not a "water scent" gal. More like a in your face, but polite, scented broad.
In the latest issue of Vogue I saw a lot of reference's to Penhaligon's perfumes. I am a bit interested in Bluebell all of a sudden.
Here's what they say about it on the website:

"Head Notes
Citrus

Heart Notes
Hyacinth, Lily of the Valley, Cyclamen, Jasmine and Rose

Base Notes
Galbanum, Clove and Cinnamon

A soliflore, created in 1978. A cult classic. Pure and unadulterated distillation of the scent of bluebell woods. Utterly beguiling and unique. Perhaps the most ‘British’ of our fragrances.

The telltale earthy sweetness of hyacinths rises through the soft citrus head notes and mingles with rose, lily and jasmine to round out the delicate heart notes. As it settles the flowers give way to spicy clove and cinnamon and the unique textural base note of bittersweet galbanum.

Tremendously evocative of wet earth, moss and rain, it softly detonates across your scent receptors and instantly throws you into mythic woodland, surrounded by dripping leaves, skin tingling with spring.

Wear it and see where it takes you."

I'm thinking it will take me over the edge!

Etro envy

I've always been partial to Etro, ever since an ex-honest-to-god-Italian-boyfriend introduced me to their line.
He went to boarding school with a few of or one of the brothers. His closet was stocked with a billion variations of the blue buttoned down shirt. Checks, stripes, gingham, dots etc. etc. Even though my style ran amuck from Salvation Army to T.J. Maxx; I knew INSTANTLY that my boyfriend had a certain "old-money" class that I would never ever emulate.
We broke up eventually, but not before he taught me about Campari cocktails, Vanessa Paradis, Italian Marlboro cigarettes (very different from American cigarettes) and the importance of good shoes and earth colored make-up. He bought me an army green Etro wool wrap shortly before we went our separate ways. It still is one of my favorite articles of clothing, which is odd as it is not actually a piece of clothing but rather an accessory!
Anyhow, I still worship at the alter of Etro, although the perfume is more accessible to me nowadays.