L'Artisan Parfumeur Mure et Musc

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, dammit. So the pie crust was a total disaster, and there's flour and sugar everywhere, and the cat licked the bejeezus out of that stick of butter. You still have a bowl of fresh, ripe blackberries, and no one can take that away from you. It's not that you're naive, or in wilful denial, or that you don't appreciate the complexity of more exotic desserts. You're just tough as nails, and you haven't got patience for regret. Who could really begrudge you that stalwart optimism to which you've pledged yourself, come hell or high water? Who could dislike the eagerness and flexibility that takes you from day to night in a split second flat because you didn't realize it had gotten dark outside? Some big jerk, that's who, and he'd be wrong anyway. Well, maybe you're in a little bit of wilful denial. But dammit, a little of that is probably healthy.