Hoity-toity, mister god-like smarty pants.

Yes. I am curled up on the sofa with my cat watching Muppets Christmas Carol. And I am singing along. Loudly. Shut up.

I woke up depressed today, after a dream I can't seem to shake. It feels like a day to kind of wallow in it, though. Sometimes you need that, you know? Rather than trying to sort yourself out, just go with it. Hence the BPAL of the day: Berenice.

BERENICE
Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch,—as distinct too, yet as intimately blended. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow! How is it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness?—from the covenant of peace a simile of sorrow? But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been.

A cerebral scent, dry, and white. This is a perfume of thought, not heart, and of unforeseen pain and sudden obsession, touched with uncertain twilight and ambiguous horror. Stargazer lily, white musk, clear aloe, blonde amber and winding-cloth linen.

Yep. Definitely dry & white. I'm so getting the linen, it's beautiful. It smells clean and perfect and white, like perfect, white, even little teeth. It smells like remembering and coming to a realization long after the fact. It's just exactly right for its name.


.....edited about half an hour later: OOH! There's the aloe. Hello, slight bitterness. Again, perfect. I haven't smelled a BPAL scent that lived up to its name as perfectly as this one.