We’re in the middle of a cold snap, so I’m wearing my heaviest wool sweater, and pulling out a classic amber, L’Artisan Parfumeur L’Eau d’Ambre Extreme. This is still my amber of choice, thanks to the cardamom that’s in here. Cardamom is still my preferred spice, and it balances out the vanilla, patchouli, powder. This is the amber for your Persian-rug-loving auntie who serves you tea in her “drawing room”, and has impeccable tastes. She’s dressed to the nines, doesn’t own a pair of sweatpants, and doesn’t ever greet you without a compliment. She would never wear a sillage monster, because invading your personal space is not her style, but her hugs smell like this amber.
And I feel like it needs to be said, because we’re coming out of an era of minimalism, of Marie Kondo-ing your life, of having sparsely furnished, insta-ready living spaces and I’m over it. It sometimes feels like people aren’t allowed to have things, but give yourself permission to be extra, to have pretty, beautiful objects, for no other reason than you wanting them.
