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fruitchouli · 2 years

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Isabelle Adjani on Perfume

Her first emotional experience

"I am certainly not the only one to be bewitched by the famous N°5 by Chanel, which must have marked a whole generation of girls. It has such a strength that it has made me aware of scents for life, and it is certainly thanks to it that I can't go a day without wearing perfume. It is also and especially the perfume of my mother... The one who wears it becomes a little bit my mother, that is to say! As a little girl, I was forbidden to touch it, and before I dared to wear it myself, I got drunk on Cristalle and N°19, such pretty young girl perfumes! Now I sometimes wear N°5 when I miss my mother... "

Her memory box

"Like Marilyn's beloved elixir, Guerlain's L'Heure Bleue is another magical fragrance. I was 17 years old and making my theater debut at the Comédie-Française. I liked fine boutiques, so with my first money I went to Guerlain, at 68, avenue des Champs-Elysées, their mythical address. I remember first trying Vol de Nuit and Mitsouko, then Après l'Ondée (of which I kept a bottle) to adopt L'Heure Bleue. I wore it to play a few years later in L'histoire d'Adèle H. by François Truffaut. It followed me, it is a sensor of "moments" and a source of memories. It symbolizes my roles in the theater and is essential for my films in costume. It is a perfume that I rediscover all the time, I fall in love with it each time, without any feeling of use or wear, it is an absolute for me.

Her adrenaline triggers

"Between the ages of 25 and 30, I discovered Passion and Heure Exquise by Annick Goutal. By always wearing them together, without separating them, a crazy alchemy occurs, it is the love equation par excellence. Each time, it's amazing and ecstatic, as if I hadn't been looking for them but they had found me. It's amazing that fragrances like this exist and overwhelm me every time."

Her other self

"Aromatics Elixir by Clinique: I smelled it one day on a friend and it was a shock, something crazy, intimate and irrational. I like it when it's strong, it doesn't scare me. A bit like Tom Ford's Jardin Noir collection, right now it's Café Rose, a singular statement to the Damask rose, captured in its black-clad bottle. I wear them when I want to surprise myself, to have that feeling of an unusual other self. It's as powerful for me as changing my haircut."

Her eternal obsession

"Since I was a teenager, I have been fascinated by Eau Sauvage by Dior, my father's perfume. Although it is impossible for me to wear it, I have several secret weapons that bring me back to him, such as Escale à Portofino, still by Dior, Eaux 1, 2 and 3 by Sisley, and the very successful Jardins du Sud by Fouquet's. Some smells act on me like spells and confuse me without me being able to explain it. Whoever wears Dior Homme, for example, is bound to be irresistible!"

Her troublemakers

"I love layering scents. There was a time when I would stop by Comptoir Sud Pacifique and mix currant and vanilla, cocoa and grapefruit... I think I contributed to their inspiration! For the same reason, I have a thing for Jo Malone who has reinvented the art of combination. I am a fan of Blue Agava & Cacao and Jasmine & Mint. I love that incongruous side of the mix, I love that people are a little confused about how I perfume myself and wonder what I'm wearing."

Her mystical trips

"I had a long period of Angel by Thierry Mugler, an incredible fragrance where sugar was treated in a new way, and another under the seal of Serge Lutens, especially for his Daim Blond and his Rahät Loukoum, a concentrate of sweetness. His creations intoxicated me, they are like mystical ointments that come from afar. I often go to Jovoy, a store where everything makes me dream, and I found Misiones de Fueguia 1833. Beyond the incense scent that I look for everywhere, there is the refined bottle, the wooden box... A pleasure found for more than ten years at Frédéric Malle, I have a soft spot for his Lipstick Rose, a delicious interpretation of the powdery smell of a lipstick.

Her recent conquests

"I wear my perfumes in cycles but I keep them all in very strong cases where nothing breaks, I don't throw anything away. Always on the lookout for a new olfactory coup de foudre, I'm like a little girl in the luxury boutiques. In the duty free shops, I try absolutely everything I don't know on my skin and when I get on the plane, it's all over! I read all the articles on perfumes and I do some scouting. I recognize myself in the world of Terry de Gunzburg and particularly in his Ombre Mercure, but also in Diptyque's Eau Duelle which echoes my preferences. I don't understand women who don't wear perfume, it's impossible for me and it depresses me for them!"

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tokotestet · 11 months

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Produkttest Tom Ford Café Rose

#werbung Tom Ford Café RoseVor ein paar Tagen erhielt ich diese tolle Probe von @tomfordbeautyEin sinnlicher Genuss. CAFÉ ROSE fängt die ungezähmte Sinnlichkeit einer raffinierten Rose ein mit einem unerwarteten Twist von dunklem Kaffee.Fazit:Sehr schöner, angenehmer Rosenduft. Nicht zu stark oder aufdringlich. Zart, aromatisch und Kaffee passt perfekt dazu! Lange anhaltend!#tomfordbeauty…

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tomford · 4 years

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Gift her with a look into Tom Ford’s Private Rose Garden, where she'll indulge in a swirl of dark pleasure from Café Rose, emanating its quintessential rose essence with creamy, seductive depth.

#TOMFORD #PRIVATEBLEND #CAFEROSE #TFPRIVATEROSEGARDEN

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3milesup · 4 years

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for the character ask could you do lip and web🥺🥺🥺 i hope you’re happy and well. you deserve nothing but the absolute best !!! - tom :,)

Hello @lovinmullen , thank you so much, and the same goes to you! 🥰 I already answered Lip here, and here goes my gushing over Web:

favorite thing about them

His face when he watched the Dutch child eating chocolate. Because it speaks volumes about the kind of person he is, striving for humanity, goodness, warmth amidst the war horrors.

least favorite thing about them

His end.

favorite line

Hold on, it’s going to be a long line:

Hey, you! That's right, you stupid Kraut bastards! That's right! Say hello to Ford, and General fuckin' Motors! You stupid fascist pigs! Look at you! You have horses! What were you thinking? Dragging our asses half way around the world, interrupting our lives... For what, you ignorant, servile scum! What the fuck are we doing here? Huh?!

I love that outburst because it is about the deepest we get into Web’s mind in the show, really. And only Webster could pour out all of his anger and hatred and despair through words like “stupid fascist pigs” and “ignorant servile scum”.

brOTP

Uhm... I don’t know, maybe Nix? The college boys, I think they would have a lot in common deep down (Nixon wasn’t the one for combat, neither), and enough to debate over (read: Web would be debating with himself, more or less, and Nix would be drinking and tossing in cynical comments).

OTP

Joe Liebgott. Fire and water. It surely wouldn’t be all rose petals and candy floss, but I hope they would make it work (as in: they would both learn to close an eye and bite their tongue, Webster with his opinionated comments, Lieb with his sarcasm, and they would freaking communicate instead of just bickering talking).

nOTP

I really can’t imagine shipping him with anyone else, never tried XD so I can’t even tell if there’s a ship I would dislike...

random headcanon

I’m really sorry but I kinda... don’t have headcanons in general? Idk, I just don’t think of any unless I am working on a fic. What I do have are sort of images out of context floating around. (kinda like moodboards?) Here’s one: pants above ankles and argyle socks in brogues. No phone case, and he keeps dropping the poor thing. And pumpkin spice latte (don’t ask me why, I honestly don’t know) – and you bet he’ll forget his phone and/or wallet on the café counter every other time. Because he’s a distracted disaster, you can see it in those pretty eyes that he’s three worlds away from here and now – either in some literary discourse, undoubtedly essential for the world, or in his thoughts of ‘if the coelacanth has survived to this day, maybe some other living fossil species could be found as well’ and he almost pictures himself discovering a megalodon in the deep depths...

unpopular opinion

I genuinely like him. Guess it is unpopular enough 😅 The way I see it, he wasn’t a coward in any way. A pacifist isn’t a coward, he is simply a pacifist. I know guys had opinions on him, I know people have opinions, and I respect that, but he’d done his part. It is oh so easy to shout from behind the keyboard about how he never volunteered, but let’s try to put ourselves in his shoes: in all honesty, in the face of death, how many of us would really go above and beyond? I can’t say I would, and I’m not ashamed of it. There are people who are cut out for war, and there are those who aren’t, but want to do their duty for the country and for peace nevertheless. However they manage. That he didn’t go AWOL? Fine, it is the Easy’s badge of honour he doesn’t wear, but it doesn’t make him a bad soldier or person.

People are complex.

song i associate with them

Alright... (@charonaraccoon looking at you, my dear: it is your fault I will forever associate Web with this song^^ not that I am complaning...) The Oceanographer by Hada To Hada - a lovely obscure indie thing :D

favorite picture of them

...because those eyes... and he’s just beautiful, okay?^^

#i love my preppy #david kenyon webster

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curtaincalling · 4 years

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in modern verse, Jhin is obsessed with collecting perfumes. Over the years, he’s amassed quite the stash (it is definitely a fire hazard, considering his room is already so cluttered and small).

His go-to perfume is Tom Ford Café Rose. According to the website, it’s “enticing. exotic. seductive. cafe rose descends into a hidden labyrinth, where rose’s fine breeding gives way to darker pleasures”, which is a very creepy description but it’s roses and spices and coffee so.

He also incorporates perfumed scents into his artwork, although really, no amount of Yves Saint Laurent can mask the smell of a corpse.

#this is half a headcanon and me just needing to share that description with you #why..... tom why are you like that...#but i figure jhin loves roses and coffee so he probably loves that #and it's uhhh #idk i was thinking his Signature Scent would be something extremely floral and sweet and maybe fruity #but i do like the idea of him having like. Spice.#ive never smelled the perfume so it could be absolutely terrible but im rolling with it #— THE POETRY OF LIFE. (headcanons)#classic verse probably likes perfume too but he has No Money and nowhere to put an entire treasure chest's worth of bottles

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eaurthly · 6 years

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Miles Away Pt. ii

Miles Away.

Pt. ii

The flight was just as you envisioned it, long and a bit rocky – very tiring. You had plans to reevaluate your life, but your tiredness got the best of you. Next thing you know, your mother was waiting for you at the airport.

"y/n! My baby!" She embarrassingly screamed out and ran towards you for a hug.

"oh hi mumma." You muffled into her shoulder because you were smothered by her hug.

"Mumma? What are you, turning into one of those brits now?" She laughed.

"Oh please, you wish. As if I didn't hear from you that you loved their accents enough."

"Speaking of British accents," she tried to slyly transition the topic and you knew exactly what was coming next, "your little friend, Harry? Why couldn't he come with you?"

"He literally lives in Manchester, in what world do you expect him to just drop that and come to the states." You hissed back a little.

"Oh no need to be so pissy," she said and swatted at you as a way to gesture calm down," I was just saying, he seems to have taken a liking to you. For someone who doesn't have many guy friends, it's just new! Let me pretend to have dreams for you, besides he's very cute."

She tells you as if you didn't know. Truth be told, you never though Harry was a bad looking guy. He was very handsome – his skin was so smooth it almost seemed unreal, it had a golden glow to it. He was built perfectly, his shoulders were wide but when he sat down he had the ability to look so small. It was insane how he could go from extremely intimidating to incredibly soft in a matter of seconds. You knew he was attractive but, you never found yourself attracted to him. At first. Ever since you faced the reality of leaving him, your mind began to change its perspective in a lot of ways. You weren't quite sure of it, but you found yourself smiling at the cute little things he had done more and more as the date of your departure approached. Your head started paying attention to things you didn't pay attention to before, like it was a way to hold onto him, as if it would make leaving easier.

It made it worse. And confused you a lot more.

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Being home for the remainder of summer was very dull, you began looking for jobs, internships, or anything that could get you out of the house until university started back up at the end of August. As boring as the time was, it somehow went by very quick. Maybe it was because Harry called you at least once a day, and almost every night the two of you would video chat, lying in bed, updating each other on important highlights of your days. The clock times changed a bit since he was six hours ahead of you, but you worked with what you could. You would lay in bed around seven pm to talk to him and it would usually be one am where he was. It was what you looked forward to most, especially because seeing this Harry was your favorite. He always had sweatshirts on – and if he didn't then he had no shirt on at all, and his hair was messy, his voice was usually raspy because it was early in the morning for him and he looked extremely soft.

You began to find yourself thinking about him a lot more, more than you did when the two of you were in Manchester together, and though you didn't want to admit it, some sort of a crush seemed to be developing. Whenever you wrote in the brown leatherback notebook Harry got you for Christmas, your words were subconsciously always about him.

You were the one I compared everyone else to,

Your hair wrapped around my heart and your fingers begged me to stay.

But not in the same way I secretly begged you.

Yep. About him.

You'd think after the reality of things, I'd stop being hopelessly a fool for you – but the farther I get from you loving me, the more I wish you were here to.

Still about him.

He became your muse, which was insane to you. And it was also why you hesitated to admit your crush was actually a crush. What if you were only using his absence as a muse? A way to write and fill your void with words? Were you just romanticizing your distance apart or did it actually mean more to you than you knew? You continued to write about him, whether you knew it or not, and by early November you finally convinced yourself that your crush was indeed a crush.

Your birthday was that month and you got an unsuspecting call from Harry to check your mail, rather eagerly. When you opened your front door there was a package sitting by your welcome mat and once you opened it, it was filled with; a bottle of Tom Ford's Tobacco Vanille, a matching leather bracelet with him, and a folded-up note on what looked like papyrus paper. The whole time you were on the phone with him, he insisted you read that letter. So you did,

y/n,

How are you ma cherie? I say that as if we don't talk every single day. Still, hearing it in person always makes it seem much more personable. Anyways, Happy Birthday, my dear best friend! I love you so much. I hope this year treats you with less misfortune, better grades, and a little bit more me. I miss picking out your outfits for you over here! My mother says hello, and said she'd send you your favorite cake if she was able to – and also that you're welcome over here anytime. I hope you liked the gifts, I know you said not to send anything but it's your birthday how could I not? At this point, we have to have matching friendships bracelets, or our friendship just isn't real. I picked these up when I went on holiday in Paris. I know you really want to go, so I figured this was the next best thing. And it's about time I sent you this cologne, I can't risk you forgetting what I smell like. Spray it on that sweatshirt of mine, then it'll be like I'm still there with you. There is one last thing I'd like to say. Another part of your gift, if you choose to look at it that way. It's buried under the wrapping in the bottom of the box. If I've timed everything correctly, I'll be on the phone with you as you're reading this and will be able to see your reaction. So, I'll just quiet down and let you see for yourself.

Happy Birthday.

I love you!

H .xx

A bit worried over what stunt he was trying to pull you sat the letter down and dug to the bottom of the box. You found a standard sized envelope addressed to a Mr. Harry Styles and it was from your university. When you opened the letter, you read the words:

We would like to congratulate you, Mr. Harry Styles, on your acceptance to the semester-long exchange program at Boston University effective this Spring.

Your face immediately froze from excitement. Your heart definitely began to beat out of your chest and your face started to get red, but not from embarrassment. It was just from being happy.

"Are you kidding me!" You screamed at him over the phone. "You're coming here!" You couldn't contain your excitement.

"D' ya know how hard this was keepin a surprise?!" He sighed with relief.

"I can't believe you, sneaky." You scolded.

"I'll see ya a bit after Christmas, I figured I'd get there early to settle in n all." You glared at him when he said that, as if he was missing the most important part. "An ta see you of course!" He knew you were waiting to hear that.

"That’s what I thought. Oh! I can't wait. Thank you so much for everything. I love you!"

"I love you too y/n." He said before the two of you hung up.

It was then that you knew you truly did love him. In more ways than one. The pieces started to fit together again, and you couldn't stop smiling all day. Every other gift or "happy birthday" didn't phase you at all because you couldn't get the thought of your best friend being in your home town for six months out of your mind. You knew you loved him. And you loved him so much, but this just created another obstacle. You were never one to assume, so assuming he felt the same about you was out of the question. What would happen if you would just assume and you were wrong? It would entail a world of hurt and destroy the friendship you valued so much. You would rather love in silence than not have him at all, and if it was the most painful thing you'd do, then so be it. And until Harry arrived on December 30th, you couldn't help but ignore all of that because you were wearing rose colored glasses and were too ready for him to be in your arms again. You weren't really worried about your friendship changing now that you've admitted your crush – because you weren't going to tell him. It was going to be the same as it always was, or so you had thought.

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December 30th came, rather quickly now that you had it to look forward too, and you woke up the same as you did every day, except this day was different. You finally got to pick up Harry from the airport. His flight got in rather early for your liking, it was nine AM EST, which was earlier than you woke up most days, but for Harry you made an exception. You threw on your Manchester sweatshirt underneath your insulated winter coat and headed out the door. Harry must really be something special if he's having you brace the cold at nine AM during your winter break for him. He was something special though. And you were too happy about it to feel the cold air whistle past your ear when you walked to your car.

The car ride there was filled with silent air, even though there was the faint sound of your winter playlist playing on volume seven through your radio. You passed scenery that you hadn't seen since the day you came home around six months ago. The trees alongside the highway haven't changed much, they were just bare from the cold weather. A strong smell of warm bread seeped through your air vent as you passed the local bakery which didn't exactly have a name for itself except for "Bakery Café" which was plastered across the front of it. It was more of a family owned business, being ran from the comfort of your home but you hadn't been there in years. When you were younger, your father would pick you up a baguette, every Friday on his way home from work as a celebration for the week being over. The book store on Upton Road only had a few people in it, but to be fair, it was quite early. Your mind was blank yet, remembering so many things, all at once. The airport was only a 45-minute drive away, but between being at Uni and not leaving your house that often when you were at home, meant you hadn't seen some of these places in a while.

When you arrived at the airport, you pulled up to the pick-up entrance in hopes of being able to park and stand out of your car as an homage to every overly similar and cheesy romance movie that you and Harry watched together when you were bored, on rainy nights back in Manchester. Somehow, he saw you before you saw him because before you could even put your old 2007 Jeep Liberty in park, he was jogging to your car, standing in front of it tempting you to run him over as a joke. You got so close to him that he had to jump away with a shocked expression on his face.

" 'ey! Sheesh you aven't seen meh in six months en ya tryin ta kill me before I say hi!" His scream rose in volume, as you rolled your window down smiling like child on Christmas.

You couldn't stop laughing, "Well don't tempt me there!"

Your put your car in park and eagerly got out as you ran around the front to hug him. It was like nothing changed, but in some sense, everything did. He still smelled the same, he had a bit of airplane mixed in with his cologne but nonetheless, he was still your favorite scent in the world. His hair had grown out a bit more, not too much, but the little curl on the side of his forehead almost took the shape of an "O" now. His eyes were bloodshot and piercing green, they only looked a bit tired. It always amazed you how his skin and hands were softer than yours, and even after a nine-hour flight he was still glistening.

"Oi, how'ya been love?" He said, with his cheeks pinched together from hugging you so hard.

"Terrible, so terrible. Thank god you have to go through it now too." You jokingly said in a pathetic tone. Harry was used to your dark humor or remarks which were always very sarcastic but even though you had a joking tone you were serious, things did feel terrible up until this point.

"Alrighty we've hugged, the fake movie scene is ova' can we please get in the car, I'm bout one toe away from losin ma whole foot."

The two of you packed up your car with his tiny bags and headed back to your house. You passed everything you saw on your way there, but this time it was with Harry. It was so surreal, he was in your hometown, you were driving him to your house, and soon he was going to see the way you lived your life at home. The drive to him took a lifetime, but on the way back, you were home before you knew it. You pulled up to your family's apartment complex, it was the first building out of seven. Your apartment was the one right next to the leasing office. It was on a quaint backroad and was rundown a bit - you and your family weren't ones to live in luxury. You, your parents, and younger brothers always found yourselves moving from place to place every few years because you struggled with finances. It wasn't something you liked to talk about much, in fear that people would feel bad, or guilty, or sorry. It was just that your family had first moved from your childhood townhouse into an actual home, and when that didn't work out you moved again, and then again, and once more before you landed in the apartment you had now – each "home" seemingly got smaller in size.

But, you were home, and you managed to drag Harry there this time. He was staying the night in your room, as you sleep on the couch, before he could move into his dorm tomorrow. You had some time to yourself before your family came home, and god you know that your mother would have a ball day as soon as she saw Harry's face in person. You had to brace yourself... and him.

"So, this is where ya grew up, huh?" He said with his eyes wandering outside of the car in front of your building.

"Only for the past four years. We moved a lot."

"Really," he said with a puzzled look on his face, as if he was hurt you hadn't given him this detail on your life before, "I never knew that."

"It never really came up, and it wasn't that important anyways. It was just how I lived." Those words sounded so casual coming from your mouth. You didn't really know why he cared that he hadn't known such a small detail about your life.

"Yea, you're right, just an intrestin' lil fact."

You parked right in front of the door and helped him carry his bags in, even though he didn't have much to carry. Harry wasn't a man who carried a lot with him. He was very good at living minimally, or travelling minimally, at least. To be fair, most of his "presentable" attire consisted of skinny jeans, plain or graphic t-shirts and head scarves. Your favorite shirt of his was a white tee that had outlines of skinny feminine hands holding cigarettes, on it.

When you walked through your front door you were greeted by a very excited Finny, your six-year old terrier-mixed pup. Harry fell to his knees to give her the attention she begged for and repeatedly called her babydoll. It was quite precious. You led him to your room and places his bags at your door.

"So, you'll be sleeping in my bed, I cleaned the sheets and everything so, don't worry." You informed him.

"Oh sweet, a sleepover with a girl? Your mom is so cool!" He said, impersonating a young child in grade school, as a way to be funny. You just scoffed.

"Oh, stop it."

"So... you won't be in here." He said with a sly smile coming across his face.

You knew he was joking, there was no way that he wasn't, but the thought of him being serious about that made your bones shiver. You wouldn't know what to do if he genuinely was serious - you hadn't prepared yourself for that case because you knew the chances of it were so slim. But you imagined it in your head, always. Both of you sat down on your bed, which was quite large for just you. The bed was a gift your grandmother gave you a few years ago. You decorated it with a large, white duvet, and fitted sheets that were a silky shade of light blue. It was covered in pillows and your favorite throw blanket, a little fuzzy one with coffee cups all over it. Harry was in your bed. Not romantically. But, he was in your bed. And the two of you got to lay there, and catch up, even though that's exactly what you did every time he called you. He was there in person this time, and it gave your heart a sigh of relief just to know he would be there to comfort you this upcoming semester.

That night it almost pained you that Harry was laying in your bed and you were not there lying next to him. But while you lay restless, your mind went over every word you talked about tonight before the two of you decided you were tired and went to bed. Harry couldn't believe that you lost your virginity while the two of you were away, and even though you called him hungover the next morning, somehow this topic came up in the handful of things you discussed.

"I still can't believe it. I mean... I believe it, but like tha shock of it, is what I mean."

"I just wanted to get it over with! You knew that! It wasn’t that great... but it happened. I'm not that mad about it." You said back.

"Well, yeah. It was about time for yeh! Maybe it's why yer less of a bitch, no more sexual tension in ya." He laughed, waiting to get a rise out of you, "All I'm saying is i can't believe it took you 19 years!"

"I just didn't feel like it before!" You had told him this a thousand times.

"I know that! I just can't believe no one else 'ad made it known they wan-ed ta shag ya before then. I mean, you aren't ugly. All us at Manchester knew that. Ya didn't follow the pretty girl story though, ya were a bit of a werido, as were we, but you were pretty. You could've easily gotten any lad on campus."

Any one [lad] except for the one you wanted most.

"You just didn't" He had continued, after your thoughts interrupted you listening.

"Yeah, I suppose." You had said back, staring at your hands playing with your bed sheets because you were at a loss for words since you couldn’t tell him that he was the one you wanted to get, knowing he would retract his previous statements and probably book the next flight out if you told him.

It was conversations like that which made your stomach fill with butterflies and your heart begin to beat fast. It wasn't confusing because your head knew he was saying these things as a friend, but your heart made it confusing because you wished he meant it in another way. It was only controversial because you imagined what it would be like if he secretly had a crush on you too. You hated that word crush (unless it was Little Big Town's "Girl Crush"), especially describing a best friend. It wasn't a crush, it was love, but he didn't love you the same way you loved him. So, by definition, it was in fact a crush. He was so close to your heart that it didn’t feel that way. These were the conversations you fell asleep to at night, dreaming about. Dreaming about what they meant, what they could mean, and what would happen if they did mean something. It was hopeless in every meaning of the word.

It was funny, the entirety of what you talked about was regarding you having sex with someone, but him saying you could get any guy in Manchester you wanted was a big compliment from him. He wasn't very direct with compliments, at least to you. It wasn't in a rude way, but you knew him well enough to know those words were a compliment from him, to you. It was like him asking you to proofread his papers because he'd tell you that you were the best writer he knows, even though he was an English major and could re-write anything you wrote, ten times better.

Tomorrow was move-in day for the two of you. It wasn't together considering since he was an exchange student, and he had to live on campus. The university was about an hour from your house, at most, and you were moving into a new apartment by the school. It was in the same area as Harry's room but not directly on top of him. In your mind, you were hoping it was going to be like a little glimpse of Manchester, over here in the states. But there wasn't much telling with what was going to happen between the two of you. What were you going to do now that your best friend, who felt like the love of your life, was with you again... now that you know you love him?

#harry styles #fic #best friends

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canadianbeauty · 3 years

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Tom Ford Café Rose. For your friend who wants an almond milk latte and goes into the coffee shop with no makeup on and fresh out of the shower. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Earthy coffee grounds, patchouli, roses all in a bottle. I wouldn’t buy this for coffee in a bottle. Instead, I’m sitting at an out of the way cafe, wearing my favourite rose perfume. #caferose #tomfordprivatecollection #tomfordperfumes #tomfordbeauty #roseperfume #rosefragrance #fragrance #scented #perfumista #sotd #fragcomm #perfumecollection #fragrancelover #fragrances #fragrancecollection #perfumelovers https://www.instagram.com/p/CaLdn-_vKNe/?utm_medium=tumblr

#caferose #tomfordprivatecollection #tomfordperfumes #tomfordbeauty #roseperfume #rosefragrance #fragrance #scented #perfumista #sotd #fragcomm #perfumecollection #fragrancelover #fragrances #fragrancecollection #perfumelovers

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fafaweng · 3 years

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今天拿香精香水噴浴室的時後突然想到！我會永遠記得我在2020年1月1日的第一天新光三越A4時，整整一週被客訴的竟然是… 「你香水太重了。」 #CHANEL #MISIA #CHANELMISIA #言語無法形容我的無辜 . 因為蠻多人問我有哪些香精香水，所以以下我將列表我的香精香水品牌與名稱（你們會聞不出來我到底哪天用了哪一瓶，因為我會自己調味道，還有每個人的體味都不同，味道也會相對的改變；同樣的香精香水在不同人身上都是獨特的）： FRAGRANCE / PARFUM - EAU DE PARFUM： MAISON FRANCIS KURKDJIAN： 754 AMYRIS FEMME AMYRIS HOMME TOM FORD： WHITE PATCHOULI BLACK ORCHID LOST CHERRY CAFÉ ROSE LOLA JAMES HARPER： 16 THE WOODY OFFICE OF DADDY (MAHOGANY WOOD / SANDALWOOD) CHANEL： COCO NOIR 31 RUE CAMBON 1932 Nº 19 Nº 22 COROMANDEL SYCOMORE ALLURE SENSUELLE Nº 5 BOY MISIA COCO MADEMOISELLE AYURVEDA APOTHECARY： GOA Balancing PERFUME OIL UBUD Balancing PERFUME OIL VENICE Balancing PERFUME OIL AMOUAGE： HONOUR MAN & WOMAN HONOUR MAN & WOMAN SPECIAL EDITION OPUS VII EPIC MAN & WOMAN EPIC MAN & WOMAN SPECIAL EDITION OPUS IX OPUS XI CARTIER： L'ENVOL DE CARTIER XII. L'HEURE MYSTERIEUSE II. L'HEURE CONVOITEE VIII. L'HEURE DIAPHANE LE BAISER DU DRAGON ÉDITION SOIR LA PANTHÈRE

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sussex-nature-lover · 4 years

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Wednesday 25th November 2020

Bodiam Wildlife and Memories. Part 1

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I discovered that the filming at Bodiam Castle on Monday was for a music magazine promo. No idea how long that’ll take to surface then, but I did promise to share if I found out, so now you’re as wise as I am.

As always I took so many photos it’s hard to write a cohesive blog post that doesn’t turn into War and Peace, so wildlife and nature is going to be split into two parts.

I spotted this lovely illustration on the Facebook page. It’s by local artist

Claire Fletcher I love her style.

There are leaflets for children and signs around the grounds to engage them in nature activities, I do find the NT are pretty good at this kind of thing.

Now I mentioned Ducks in my piece yesterday because you just can’t miss them and I said that although they were a bit rattled by the film crew, they were still going about their business and standing their ground.

We stood and watched a few times as they left the Moat and followed each other either from our right or left, directly in front of the café, in a veritable parade to a particular spot

The object of the exercise was a quick bit of foraging under this Oak, until some unknown signal went and OFF they all went back to the water, causing quite a kerfuffle as they did.

Reflections of the Tea Room and sloping Vineyard behind

The Moat itself is alternately a source of calm and a scene of great activity.

With just one solitary Moorhen spotted

‘I’m Off’

The fish that you'll see in the moat below you as you cross the bridge to the castle are carp. In medieval England, carp were a regular food source and bred specifically for that purpose by monks. Ours are not descended from those fish but came instead from Richborough Power Station near Sandwich in Kent in 1996 when it closed down.

I can testify that the Moat is absolutely teeming with fish and yes, they’re not shy.

Note the improvement from my efforts to photograph fish at Scotney Castle!

The monks used to breed the carp so they had the least scales, which is where the descriptions, mirror carp and leather carp come from. By breeding the carp in this way, it helped to save time in the kitchens. Carp for eating wouldn’t have been kept in the moat originally because all the garderobes were emptied into it and so it is thought that they were kept in special ponds to the north west of the castle. You can still see the dips in the grounds where these ponds were likely to be sited. You'll notice that the moment you tread on the bridge the fish will come to the surface and gape at you. It is sometimes thought that they are doing this as they need air, but this isn't the case they’re begging, just like a dog might do at the table. There are plenty of nutrients in the muddy moat waters, even though it may not look like it, and so we ask visitors not to feed the fish.

‘Hungry mouth to feed. You won’t like me when I’m hangry’

That made me think, remember when bread to feed the fish and bread and milk for Hedgehogs were commonly held beliefs? I cringe now at the thought, but you do still see plenty of people throwing bread for ducks.

Do you recall as well that one the way to Bodiam I missed getting a picture of Seven (+) Swans (Geese, but close enough) A Swimming? Well I did manage a photo of Ring a Ring a Roses on the Moat. What do you think?

The grounds around the Castle are left pretty natural looking and two sides have trees and bushes providing food and shelter.

And the land surrounding is obviously very fertile too.

Vineyards surround Bodiam Castle grounds

For history buffs there are links at the end, which tell you about the area’s productivity for the viticulture and brewing trade.

There’s still a lot of work to manage such an ancient site even if it’s not formal gardening.

There’s no sign or information to tell you, but this guardian Knight looks like it’s a chainsaw sculpture. I think when we’ve been to a Medieval Fair at Bodiam in the past (and at Bateman’s Summer Craft Fair too) that they’ve held demonstrations. I wouldn’t say he looks all that ferocious though and I bet quite a lot of people miss him as he’s tucked into the hedge.

And because I just can’t resist, if, like me, you do enjoy social history as much as chronicles of great note, these links are quite fascinating. Beware it’s a bit of a rabbit warren, there are old newspaper articles, photographs and interesting facts about Hop production and the villages around the Bodiam area. There are snippets about Whist Drives and charity fund raising and lots of weather and motoring reports, some of them quite dramatic.

I know we still call Kent ‘The Garden of England’ but it’s quite hard to imagine the scale of invasion to the South East at busy times when the labour forces were much needed and appreciated.

Imagine if they’d had Loyalty points back then!

Bodiam Hops, Brewing and Tasting.

The Castle Inn

Interesting facts :

The Castle Inn was the only Guinness owned house in the country. I guess it made sense to have an outlet where they owned so many Hop fields at the time. To make a booking, potential guests had to send a telegram as there was no telephone.

And finally, as they say on the news, a little anecdote. Only this morning I was listening to a radio show where they were discussing the American designer, Tom Ford’s, fragrance for men, named Oud Wood. The conversation was about how strange a word Oud is and how they’d not come across it before. The fragrance itself has ‘woody notes’ - unsurprisingly when they looked it up they found that’s the exact meaning of Oud.

Known as the "five thousand dollar per pound scent," Oud or Oudh is by far one of the most expensive raw fragrance ingredients in the world. Also known as agarwood, this essential oil is extracted from the fungus-infected resinous heartwood of the agar tree, which is primarily found in the dense forests of Southeast Asia, India and Bangladesh

So it was a strange coincidence when I was posting the history links up above to read...

The former Guinness Farm talked about up above - the one with the 1950s’ slide show, is known as Udiam Farm. No longer a Hop Farm, they have some rather nice looking holiday cottages and I bet it’s far easier to book now (lockdown allowing) than it was at The Castle back in the day*

*Point of Order, I don’t know them and have never been there.

Funny how small a world it is eh.

Index for more history bits and bobs for those who like the rabbit warren.

For those of you who’re monitoring our diet - we feel like chicken tonight, herb roasted...with a big mixed salad. I know the weather forecast was dire for temperature but the fire’s lit and we’re cosy, so salad is good.

Poppy for Remembrance (not my photo)

#national trust nature photography hops farming ducks Sussex Bodiam Castle history

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worldofwomenfr · 5 years

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15 meilleurs parfums d'été pour les femmes

À l’approche de l’été, nous nous y préparons tous. Sortez ces débardeurs, shorts et robes de soleil! Il est temps de ranger ces énormes vestes. Phew! Dieu merci, c’est fini. À l’été, et nous changeons tout le look, alors ne pensez-vous pas que nous devrions également avoir quelques parfums distinctifs pour cette saison chaude? Ne cherchez pas plus loin, voici une liste des parfums hautement recommandés pour l’été que vous voudriez totalement vaporiser sur tout votre corps!

1. Jo Malone Jo Loves Mandrine

Pas étonnant que Jo Malone trouve sa place dans cette liste. Ils ont certains des meilleurs parfums disponibles sur le marché. Cette eau de cologne a un parfum d’agrumes qui vous rappellera instantanément la chaleur d’un endroit charmant.

2. Derek Lam 10 Crosby Silent St. Eau De Parfum

Derek Lam avait une image très spécifique à l’esprit. Il a imaginé une fille marchant dans la rue, l'air si confiant et dans son élément. Il voulait capturer cette sensation dans un parfum, qui est exactement ce que ce parfum est. Il a un parfum floral et frais qui a un soupçon de pur musc. Parfait pour une journée au soleil!

3. Atelier Cologne Clementine California Cologne Absolue Pure Perfume

Cela crie l'été sur les chaudes plages de la Californie. Lorsque vous le pulvérisez, la première chose qui va vous frapper est l'explosion d'agrumes avec des notes de genièvre et juste la légère acidité de la mandarine. Il est également mélangé à d'autres parfums explosifs comme l'anis étoilé, le bois de santal et le poivre. C’est l’ambiance tropicale de cette eau de cologne qui plaira aux hommes et aux femmes car elle est neutre.

4. Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium Floral Shock Eau De Parfum

Celui-ci est pour tous les amateurs de café. Rien de mieux pour vous réveiller qu'une bonne tasse de café, n'est-ce pas? Maintenant, imaginez ce café sous forme de parfum. Tout le monde a besoin d'un espresso! Le parfum emblématique du café, magnifiquement mélangé à la vanille et à des notes de fleur d’oranger et de gardénias, est ce qui le rend si estival.

5. Tom Ford Soleil Blanc Eau De Parfum

Pensez aux nuits d'été sensuelles. C’est exactement ce que vous obtenez dans cette bouteille. Mélange parfait de fleurs et de séduction d’ambre, il ne fait aucun doute que c’est le parfum magnétique signature de Tom Ford que tout le monde aime tellement!

6. Christian Dior Poison Girl Eau de Parfum

Cette liste ne sera complète que si elle contient quelque chose de Dior, et la voici! Lorsque vous sentirez ce parfum étonnant, vous serez séduit, car il incarne une femme sexy, audacieuse et sexy, qui sait ce qu’elle veut. Dans ce parfum, vous retrouverez des traces de la fève Tonka du Venezuela avec des notes d’agrumes-orange combinées à l’élégance de Grasse Rose.

7. CK One Summer

Quand je pense aux étés, je pense à un hamac sur la plage, à un bon livre et à un bon mojito froid. Vous ne serez peut-être pas toujours en mesure de siroter un mojito, mais vous pouvez certainement en embrasser le parfum dans ce charmant parfum. Ce parfum suffit à vous transporter dans un fabuleux complexe hôtelier. Si cela ne vous suffit pas, attendez que vous sentiez le mojito au citron vert, des goyaves mûres et la fraîcheur du bois de cèdre dès que vous ouvrez la bouteille.

8. Caudalie, Rose de Vigne

Imaginez un jardin de roses au petit matin. Ils sont entourés d’autres arbustes et si vous regardez plus loin, vous pouvez voir la forêt. Maintenant, imaginez tout cela dans une bouteille, car c’est exactement ce que ce parfum est.

9. Liz Earle, Botanical Essence

Avec des notes de poivre rose, de bergamote, d'épices de cannelle et de cypriol combinées aux parfums enchanteurs de rose damassée et de bois de santal, ce parfum offre les éléments parfaits d'élégance et de fraîcheur. C’est un must si vous aimez les épices et la sensation de terre qu’il contient.

10. Marc Jacobs, Daisy

Si vous aimez les parfums fruités, floraux et sucrés, alors celui-ci est fait pour vous. C’est une variante de la Daisy originale de Marc Jacobs. La première chose que vous remarquerez lorsque vous pulvérisez ceci est l’explosion de pomelo. Vous auriez également une odeur de pivoines lumineuses et de bois de cèdre rustique. Le tout dans une jolie bouteille rose avec les pâquerettes emblématiques sur le bouchon. Read the full article

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