
Eau d'Hadrien: Lemon Pledge comes to mind, which brings back wonderful memories of dusting my great-grandmother's piano but is not entirely desireable on the skin. A hint of grass somewhere in the drydown, but it still smells a bit too much like fruit-loops.
Les Nuits d'Hadrien: When I want to smell like a dude, this is the dude I

Of course neither of these last longer than a heartbeat, but maybe in the middle of the summer reapplying throughout the day will feel refreshing rather than annoying.
3 comments:
lovelovelove it! cheers to grandmonthers' pianos.
dusting wood was always the only household chore i really enjoyed. Also, "dusting wood" sounds like a soft-porno. maybe involving golf in the wild, wild west?
and yay Eric Stoltz! i love you and your glowy autumn hotness.
everyone else (ok, just lubna) thinks he's gross. but he's not!! he's my fantasy college bf.
i'd like to dust HIS wood, if you know what i mean . . . .
creepy, ok i can see it. Especially in Kicking and Screaming, which i'm assuming is her reference. But can a person love james spader, but reject stoltz on grounds of creepiness? I mean: Sex, Lies, and Videotape!
i love them both, but I draw the line at crispin glover.
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