Bees. One of life's essentials. I'm thankful my garden in Seattle has swarms of bees in summer, gorging on flowers and filling the air with their hypnotizing buzzes. My mailman is not so happy with their sounds or numbers along the path to my front door, and he often employs the "drop (packages) and run" maneuver in high summer (used most often with snarling dogs, but in my case, with bees).
One of my favorite perfumes of all time was a honey fragrance: eccentric, bold, with a "I have no more f**ks to give!" character. Yes, it was Serge Lutens Miel de Bois (beloved by the most discerning, intelligent and delightful people on this earth...like Robin here at NST and myself). Miel de Bois has been reformulated, so Robin's review no longer has a perfume to match its words...
Bees. One of life’s essentials. I’m thankful my garden in Seattle has swarms of bees in summer, gorging on flowers and filling the air with their hypnotizing buzzes. My mailman is not so happy with their sounds or numbers along the path to my front door, and he often employs the “drop (packages) and run” maneuver in high summer (used most often with snarling dogs, but in my case, with bees).
One of my favorite perfumes of all time was a honey fragrance: eccentric, bold, with a “I have no more f**ks to give!” character. Yes, it was Serge Lutens Miel de Bois (beloved by the most discerning, intelligent and delightful people on this earth…like Ro...