I‘m obsessed with cherries. Our wedding invitation had a cherry blossom belly band. Our daughter’s middle name is Ruby, which is about as cherry-flavored as you can get without naming her “Cherry” or “Luden”. Maybe it’s because I have “red” hair, even though it’s really orange. This month especially, I can’t get enough.
Here’s the thing. When I’m not obsessing over food, that energy needs to go somewhere. Do you know where it goes? It goes toward mainly 3 things: Tea, Perfume, and Candles. Sometimes makeup or watercolors, too. Though the cherries below I drew with magic markers.
I can deconstruct a meal like it’s a job–it once was, back when I was a food critic, both at Columbia University and also while working at Zagat, where I was a food-critic in training. “There’s definitely too much tarragon in the lobster pot pie.” Oh, is that what I’m tasting? “Yes. You’re welcome.” Now I use those olfactory skills with tea, perfume and candles.
I tried Victor & Rolf’s Dancing Roses ($190), and I’m cherry-smacked. I love it, but. But you can douse yourself in the stuff and no one will notice. It doesn’t project. Which is a waste, and I have to keep smelling my wrists to get in on the cherry action an hour after application. Still, instead of buying a full bottle, I’ll purchase the $30 travel spray. Compromise. And, I might also get the Givenchy featured above because it’s cherry and almonds, which is basically a walking bakery. In all honesty, this is probably the way I’m gonna go. The Givenchy plus the Dancing Roses travel spray. I can’t wait.
I’m now on the hunt for a good sour cherry tea. That’s the key here. It has to smell and taste like a good-quality cherry pie, a bit tart, with bite. Kinda makes you want to bite your lower lip in desire. A slosh of cream to represent.
I want the Lolita of fragrances. From what I’ve read, Tom Ford has released Lost Cherry–a fun name for sure–which supposedly smells like cherry pie. If money were no object, I’d buy it in a hot second. But again, I worry it doesn’t project worth a damn, and for that price ($320) it better send your neighbors a welcome basket. Ok, my sweet cherry pie and I are off to go write and drink coffee and distract myself from all things cherry… for about an hour.
Pretty please, with a cherry on top, let me get back to work.
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