Out of Order

I, alas, have a cold, and while I could (I suppose) (in theory) jabber on about some scent or other based on memory alone, well, that's not really how I operate. I have to have a fragrance in my nose before I can really get up to speed. I was going to write about Lauder for Men, which is really good, but I can only smell it in scraps; it's like looking at a hand-drawn reproduction of a Turner landscape through a screen door.

Back next week, though, assuming nature takes its course. I once had a cold that lasted for five weeks (or maybe it was five different colds; the effect was the same). This one's on Day Six. Wish me luck.