Last Day Of The Possets Sale.

The Duchess BetsyThere is very little which is sweeter than a sale, my friends. Possets has been having a good one: buy 4 bottles and get a 5th free. This is the last day of that sale, so hurry on over to take advantage of the goodness. The 5th bottle is 6ml but all the rest can be any size you like. Only other rule is that they all have to be either 100% Naturals or Classics.

So come over to Possets and take advantage of one of the sweetest offers of the summer. Http://www.possets.com It’s The Summer of Elegance celebrated with a new website, too. Sweet!

The Truth About …

sqnsTarot Cards. I am sure you have tried to work the tarot, all those great arcane images which bring all sorts of things to mind as you dole them out and try to make them fit into your life and what you have done and what you hope. They are infallible, consistent, and sometimes painful. But I would like to bring to your attention that it isn’t the cards which are doing the work, it is you. You are interpreting their meaning based on what you want to see or do see, so in all cases you will be correct in what you conclude.

I don’t mean to imply that the cards are fraudulent, I do mean to imply that they are a psychiatric tool which is very easy to use and always tugs from the right source. So please indulge yourself with the tarot. I think that they are very good for you and may well force you to confront parts of your psyche which you would otherwise avoid.

Carry Me Back To Old Virginia…

MedusaWell, one of my favorite perfumes, Virginia-Humidity, is going to have to be reformulated. Drat. Here is what happened: I was mixing up another batch and didn’t realize that I didn’t have enough of one key ingredient to finish the batch. As I was almost done I realized I was short only 6ml of that key ingredient. I had everything together but that. So, I look up the ingredient on the vendor’s website and I am sad to see that they don’t sell it anymore. I call them and, yes, it has been discontinued. After a long conference with them, they persuaded me to try another ingredient which was even better in their opinion, it actually had knocked off the previous ingredient because it was such a hit in that category. I got my sample today and I must admit that it is amazing. So, I am going to finish this batch of Virginia with the new ingredient (which should have a slight influence on the batch, but I would say slight). Then next time I make it, I will use the new ingredient.

The current Virginia is now labeled Rev. 1, and the next batch will be labeled Rev. 2. I do not have any samples of Rev 1 now and won’t have for weeks probably. I don’t think you would know that anything changed unless I told you. I will also tell you when I do get new samples.

In the meantime, if you MUST have the old Virginia (or you will die on the spot) I have samples of it. About 7 samples would make a full 6ml for sure (these are handmade and so I err on the safe side when I say how much is in each vial). I hope that is not too confusing.

The Windmill At Rijk

windmillI have been very interested in this image ever since I saw it first. There was something about it which was far more than the simple picture of the cute little windmill and sea (not that either are cute or little, surely there is more to both in all cases). If the painter, Ruisdael, hadn’t beguiled us so thoroughly then why should I have cared?

First, the lighting is amazing. It seems that many things are going on at once. The sky says “a storm” but with huge holes in the clouds the likes of which we never see if there is a real storm there, the shadows of that storm seem to cast themselves to earth and water but they have no wind or rain to back them up, only gloom. The ships are becalmed on the left, their sails flaccid and flapping uselessly in the still air. There is a knot of girls skipping along at their chores to the right along the bulwark. You can’t see him well, but the miller is standing on the rickety balcony around the mill surveying the world as boldly as a duke his holdings. This is a landscape full of folks but they are like ants and only seem to reflect contained parts of the feel here.

The mill dominates all of the terrain. It is the strong X which demands our attention, bolstered up on a pedestal face to the wind It is almost the heroic figure here, grinding wheat to flour and more to serve the human need for commercial activity over the reverence for “nature” getting its way. But isn’t that a big theme with Dutch painting? After all, it was the Dutch who tamed the sea to make more livable space and farming lands. They have a reputation for being “stubborn” but maybe they are masterful beyond what most can do.

So, the Dutch harness the wind to do their bidding in addition to chilling them to the bone in the fall through the spring? Good for them!

The image is full of dynamic things: the sea and land, the sky and it’s voids, the outline of the mill, the waiting ships. All of those things positive and negative tell the story but I say that the thought of the X is what I am taking away from this with the almost poisonous light! It is so fair in some parts, and so dark and scary in others. Maybe the life on the North Sea is full of this sort of thing, but the common lore would say casually,”What is going on with the sun and the shadows?” It is strong contrast, I say. The kind of thing I don’t see outside tempestuous April where I live.

This windmill scene isn’t tame, and if the ship’s sails are not full now, there is no telling what that mad sky will do shortly from now, I think.

An exceptional image which I don’t think I will get to the bottom of any time soon.

This blog is brought to you by Possets Perfume which is featuring the Summer Collection for 2015 which features a brand new website and 30 perfumes for you to have fun with. Sweet sweet summer is the theme with paintings from some of the world’s most wonderful artists from around the globe. Enjoy the season at Possets!

 

 

Why Do Perfumes Change? It Used To Be So Wonderful, But Now…

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Everyone who is a scent lover has had the experience of having an affair with a perfume and somehow losing touch with it. You bob along for months and years and then all of a sudden, it strikes you that you have not had a bottle of Perfume X and you would really like to renew your dalliance with said fragrance. You order it online or go to the store and buy it all wrapped up, no need to sample it…thanks, you know what it smells like.

BUT THEN the unthinkable happens. You put it on and…and …and…it’s not the same! That is actually a cardinal sin in the perfuming world. Lack of consistency means that you have either lost the formula, you are too lazy/drunk/stupid to do it correctly every time, your ingredients have changed and you don’t have the nerve to tell your clients because you know they will never buy it again, or you decide that one of the ingredients is too expen$ive to go into a perfume which you have been selling for 30 years and only 50 old ladies buy it and you can change something about it to a cheaper component and get away with it. Finally, tastes might change and you might be trying to keep up with the times by adding some of the popular notes to an old war horse.

Of course, there is also “bait and switch” to thank for a perfume shift. I was an unhappy victim of that routine when I first smelled KL by Karl Lagerfeld. It was glorious, it was beautiful, it was the sun drenched jasmine of the Mediterranean coast in June. I only had a small sample of about 1 ml but I immediately rushed out for more. What a disappointment. The “real” KL smelled like Opium/Cinnabar. The jasmine was gone, the charm fizzled. It was just greed and the conviction that no one would notice.

If you are careful, and you are the perfumer then losing the formula is actually pretty tough to do. Most of us write things down and duplicate or triplicate the record so that no matter what, you will have a copy of that formula somewhere. Now there might be a few cowboys who think that they will always know the recipe by heart and find out the hard way that you can forget things, but usually the formula isn’t forgotten at all. Most of the time the stuff which goes into a new perfume is bolder, richer, and more expensive than the stuff that they put into a mature one (that is past the new new new excitement stage plus two years). So you might get some fabulous jasmine from Southern France in the first bottles of your blend, keep that in there and charge a mean price for it. As time goes on everyone’s prices rise (so it’s hard to say you are so so exclusive any more), your name brand gets a bit shopworn, and synthetics will appear which are claimed to be just as good if not better than the real thing and you use them. The formula changes, your sales drift gently downward and unless a huge resurgence of nostalgic new clients appears (highly unlikely) then your perfume is headed for retirement, only to be trotted out once every 5 years for a “special”.

Being too lazy/drunk/stupid to do it right each time normally leads to early retirement for the maker. Sometimes, if you get lucky, a big concern will buy the name and put out a bastard version of your original potion. You can continue your life as a wastrel with your new cash infusion, and the big concern will happily run that name into the ground until the last penny is made and then it dies.

Tastes also change and that can lead to some pretty awful attempts to keep up with the times. In the last 20 or so years, a classification of perfume known as “gourmand” has revolutionized perfume. Smelling like vanilla, chocolate, tomato, banana, or caramel was in vogue, and with the new notes being pumped out of the big labs, things were getting pretty foody. The house of Dior has always been known for its abstract/sharp/perfumy creations. Nothing foody about Dior, that is antithetical to Dior…if anything said Modern (as in post war modern) it is Dior. However, time marches on and Dior was agog watching the success of things like Angel by Thierry Mugler. Something had to be done. So they grabbed their flagship fragrance, the angular/cold/sharp/sandalwood splintery Miss Dior and tipped a huge blob of sweet strawberry-like goo in it, tinted the liquid pink, put it in a stupid bottle with a huge bow on it and released it as Miss Dior. Not Miss Dior Today or Miss Dior Now, no warning of what it had become. The result was like seeing Grace Kelly dressed up like Sailor Moon. Hideous.

Finally, let’s not forget the EU with their passle of regulations against all foul things chemical (some of which I am sure are based actually in science). They have single handedly forced formula changes, and never for the better (the classic Mitsouko now smells like hot asphalt). Alas, destroying the national treasure of a perfume is looked upon as collateral damage. Taunte pis.

By now you probably know that I have some very strong opinions about consistency in perfume. I want you to know that I go through no end of trouble to keep my perfumes consistent. If something has to change because an ingredient has disappeared, I tell you about it, sell the last of it and let it go. Sometimes I actually can find a perfect replacement and don’t skip a beat. But if the perfume changes, that’s it. I yank it off the list and discontinue it.

Changed perfume is one of the great disappointments of life. I really don’t want to be the author of that kind of sadness and strive mightily to keep Possets the same from batch to batch.

This blog is brought to you by Possets Perfume which is featuring the Summer Collection for 2015 which features a brand new website and 30 perfumes for you to have fun with. Sweet sweet summer is the theme with paintings from some of the world’s most wonderful artists from around the globe. Enjoy the season at Possets!

Cityblis

The Solution To Overly Sensitive Touchpads.

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I bought a new computer, a mini Dell Inspiron. Cute little bugger, screen of about 11.6″ and it whips around to become a tablet (like the much more expensive Yoga). At about $350 I was real happy about it UNTIL I started to write an e-mail to someone and the way over-sensitive touchpad popped my cursor goodness knows where and the rest of what I wrote was out there somewhere. Drat. This happened over and over. The touchpad was jerking my cursor all over the place when any part of my hand was anyplace near it. This was getting to be a plague!

So I called Dell because I had a lot of time left on my warranty. I was on the phone for >2 hrs! They had installed and deinstalled my touchpad software more than 6 times, took control of my computer, restored it to a restore point of days ago, messed with it, jinked with it. They were working away and nothing was changing. I needed the touchpad disabled and nothing was working. Nothing.

Time marched on. Dinner needed to be made. I had to make a pitstop and my husband was making hungry noises. Two hours is a long time. I had tried to disable this beast myself and failed. It kept on coming back. I know how to do these things and nothing had worked for me. Nothing was working for the tech support people either.

Finally, they offered to send me links to other possible help sites (I felt like I was being cast adrift in a rowboat with a day’s rations and “good luck, chum”).

After being cast off with best wishes and 2 wasted hours, I leapt on a solution. It works, it costs practically nothing and takes 1 minute to do. Pictures follow. You will need a piece of thick cardboard (like what you find on the back of a writing pad), and a piece of duct tape. Cut the cardboard a bit larger than the touchpad and cover it. Then take the duct tape and tape it over the touchpad. Voila! It works, the touchpad is totally disabled.

My husband, who is a real sniffy guy, asked me to make one for his Dell, too (he has had the same problem). Problem solved! And the duct tape matches the finish on the computer, and the cardboard lends a raffish air. Behold:

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This blog is brought to you by Possets Perfume which is featuring the Spring Collection for 2015 whose theme is The Last Great Georgetown Cocktail Party. The collection will center around a short story I wrote about the adventures of my mother, her social life, and how she was a wonderful symbol of the heyday of Georgetown. The party will begin now and celebrate the last collection on my old website. For this bon voyage I have concocted twenty-one new fragrances and on whopping great short story to go with them. I think you will be amused! In this blog, I will be filling you in on life and manners in the days when ladies wore gloves, furs, and jewels in midday; smoked cigarettes with impunity, had pink gins at lunch, and generally put on the most amusing airs. So come along and be one, too. It’s a blast.

Cityblis

What Is It With Crazy Authoritarian Hardware Stores?

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a lady Great Mother Of Pearl, what IS it with hardware stores? Why is it that independent or quasi-independent ones are filled with the creepiest of people? Why? WHY? This has been the case forever.

Back in “the day” there was only one hardware store in Cincinnati, Aufdemkamp’s. It was the weirdest of all possible retail establishments. Located on ugly Central Parkway, the building was lowslung and very 1950-ish. AUFDEMKAMP’S screamed at you from the side of the building in aluminum letters. There were signs of instruction for how to behave yourself if you had any hope of being “helped” by the employees of Aufdemkamp’s, and you BETTER listen OR ELSE!!!

First, the was no touching anything. If you wanted to fondle some item, you had to call a “sales associate” who would unlock the case so that you could massage a screw under the watchful eye of said associate, OR he would pick it up for you, hand it to you for a brief inspection, whereupon he would replace the object into its accustomed spot unless you purchased it.

You were constantly stared at. I got the idea they inhabited a panopticon and monitored all movements, even flies if they got in.

If you did happen to look at a tool, they would decide what you were going to buy. It was hell for a woman, if you decided to buy a hammer which was (in their opinion) too hefty for you, they would not sell it to you.

I don’t understand how they thought that was good business.

I am not kidding, there was one employee in there with a German Shepard! The dog was there to scare people.

Once I had to go there on a school field trip we had to do a project with wire which could only be gotten from Aufdemkamp’s Hardware Store. The class filed in under the watchful eye of the professor (from the University of Cincinnati College of Art). One gangling kid wasn’t too big on signs, and right under one which screamed “DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING WITHOUT A SALES ASSOCIATE!!!!!” did touch a roll of the wire we needed without the company of a sales associate and immediately was treated to an encounter with The German Shepard with a fulminating person on the other end of the leash who almost drew a handgun on the poor schnook. The professor practically had to fling her body inbetween the insane sales associate and his frothing dog and the feckless freshman!

Shortly after this unpleasantness, Aufdemkamp’s shut down for good. It was the dawning of the Age of the Bigbox Hardware Store and Home Depot had finally come to town to dominate.

I sometimes wondered what had happened to the employees of Aufdemkamp’s. I suspected they got jobs as prison guards or chain gang guards but I was soon to find out the truth.

Yesterday I went to Ace Hardware to buy a bag of fertilizer. I liked Ace, it was a pleasant place where men in headsets bustled around to help you even before you were in the door. I hauled in an empty propane tank for an “exchange” and set off to find some 10-10-10 granular fertilizer in a big bag. That is very generic stuff, for all of you non-farmers, stuff which is as common as “pig tracks” as they say.

A young man came up to me,”Can I help you?” “Yes”, I said,”I need some 10-10-10 fertilizer. “Huh?” was the incredulous reply. There must be something wrong with me. He turned to his older associate sales associate and stared as if to say,”God, did you hear that? What do you make of that? Good grief!”

The older sales associate stared at me real good while pulling himself up to his full height. I am sure he thought I was some arch fiend sent to the store to confuse and confound the associates. “Can I help you?” “Yes, I am looking for some fertilizer,” I was going to start off by stating the biggest classification of the item I wanted, the next characteristic, the next and so on BUT this particular sales associate brightened leapt up in the air whilst doing a 180 turn, rushed off to aisle 7, just a few feet from where we stood and beaming and pointing boomed,”Miracle Grow, it’s right here in aisle 7!” Case closed, job done, now on to other people.

“I wasn’t looking for Miracle Grow, I wanted…” “WHAT are you growing?” he interrupted showing his grumpiness at being told he was wrong, basically. “Flowers, grass, trees, vegetable, exactly what are you growing?” It was getting mighty small in the hardware store, I didn’t see where I had failed to provide the necessary information to this tud, so I thought I would start playing with him but first I said,”Flowers.” And fought the urge to add “, asshole.”

“Oh, then you want Miracle Grow, it’s in aisle 7,” he said looking very irritated indeed. “No, I don’t want Miracle Grow,” the ‘stupid’ was silent but just barely,”I want a generic 10-10-10 granular all purpose fertilizer.”

That stopped him. 10-10-10, what the hell was that? Some incantation from a witch? Some street term? He had no idea it was the amount of nitrogen, phosphorus, and potash contained in a fertilizer, and I had no idea he was that naive. But he turned on his heel and pointed to a large bag of dry substance with a gigantic full color picture of a slime-shiny coiled worm with pincer-like mandibles and multiple protuberances up and down its front like pseudopodia or worse. The bag declared “Kills Grubs!” Ewww, no not that.

Then I was lead to the other side of the display where there was fertilizer for blue flowers, or fertilizer with 200-2-47, or fertilizer for lime rich soil or suffering from too much bat guano or raising cacti. My eye fell on a bag of 12-12-12 from a company called Green Thumb. I said,”I will take this one.” “No, you said you wanted 10-10-10,” he cried. “This is close enough,” I said clutching its 33 pounds to my bosom. “No, you said you wanted a generic and that is a brand name,” he boomed. “I never heard of them so it’s generic to me,” I said brightly. Finally, playing his trump card he flung out,”You said you were going to grow FLOWERS with it,” he fairly snarled. “I AM!” I burst out then scuttled off with my bag of 12-12-12 safe to the checkout counter where the sensible people are.

I’m lucky he didn’t chase me.

I have used that bag of fertilizer with relish. I laugh wickedly as I sprinkle grains amongst my flowers. Victory is sweet, my friends.

This blog is brought to you by Possets Perfume which is featuring the Spring Collection for 2015 whose theme is The Last Great Georgetown Cocktail Party. The collection will center around a short story I wrote about the adventures of my mother, her social life, and how she was a wonderful symbol of the heyday of Georgetown. The party will begin now and celebrate the last collection on my old website. For this bon voyage I have concocted twenty-one new fragrances and on whopping great short story to go with them. I think you will be amused! In this blog, I will be filling you in on life and manners in the days when ladies wore gloves, furs, and jewels in midday; smoked cigarettes with impunity, had pink gins at lunch, and generally put on the most amusing airs. So come along and be one, too. It’s a blast.

Cityblis

Typical Menus of Georgetown Cocktail Parties (Part 2)

a ladyNow it’s time to get down to the victuals served. Canapes were quite important but frequently ghastly. Usually they were centered around being little lumps of fat on greasy Ritz crackers. Garnish with anything from a bit of cod to a sprig of dill and that was that. Much more effort was put into presentation than into the taste of the thing.

On the other hand, there were the hot hors d’oeuvers. Ewwww. Cocktail sausages soaking in a thin mustard sauce. I hope that the Department of Health oversaw the contents of the teeny weenies. You fished them out with toothpicks and devoured them if they didn’t splat merrily on your clothes first, just being secured by a toothpick. Vienna Sausages were the real low class variety.

Then there was the vile Hot Crab Dip, this is where you might find a dead goldfish on the end of your Fritos. Bacon wrapped “stuff” was always passed around. Bacon wrapped liver looks a lot like bacon wrapped turds, the presentation suffers from the materials used. Then bacon wrapped scallops were good (if not cooked to the consistency of a white rubber eraser). And there were bacon wrapped water chestnuts for adventuresome souls.

Now, on to the main meal. Usually, it was little bits of meat cut up into chunks and combined with some uber rich sauce laced with cream or wine and loaded with canned mushrooms. Coq au Vin, Beef Stroganoff, and other stews were popular because you didn’t need to cut it up and it went on top of rice saving plate space. This was usually the highlight of the food service and was garfed down with gusto. The rice over which it was served was invariably white long grain, in my story Mother walks on the wild side serving her pheasant in wine sauce over wild and long grain rice. Talk of the town, that. Brown rice did not exist, or was only eaten by commies and savages.

Vegetables were an after-thought. Overcooked and yellow, they were not very popular. Cooking only to doneness was a French idea which caught on slowly among the good citizens of the US. Back in the day, people thought that asparagus did have to be boiled for at least half an hour. What was done to spinach was criminal, it was usually boiled into a slimy mass and stirred into a thick and ugly pasty white sauce and seasoned with old nutmeg which rendered it a truly revolting mess. Eating raw spinach wasn’t done until way later when people were sure it wasn’t poisonous. In fairness, a lot of the vegetables were highly influenced by people eating canned veggies and so they thought that was the way they should look and taste.

And dessert? Chocolate mousse was ubiquitous in high society. If you were dining out, you might get The Pastry Tray which was a huge silver platter covered in many different pastries  including: Napoleons, small tarts, slices of torte, surprisingly flavorless tuffits of dense cake armored with flavorless frosting. Merange pies were so popular, as were chess pies and Frenchified fruit tarts.

The queen of them all was the Triffle, imported from England and gave you the opportunity to show off your huge cut glass bowl. You soaked lady finger cakelettes in sherry and lined the bowl. Then you filled it with layers of whipped cream and fruit. It was a “rich melange” of high calorie fluff made wholesome by the addition of berries.

This blog is brought to you by Possets Perfume which is featuring the Spring Collection for 2015 whose theme is The Last Great Georgetown Cocktail Party. The collection will center around a short story I wrote about the adventures of my mother, her social life, and how she was a wonderful symbol of the heyday of Georgetown. The party will begin now and celebrate the last collection on my old website. For this bon voyage I have concocted twenty-one new fragrances and on whopping great short story to go with them. I think you will be amused! In this blog, I will be filling you in on life and manners in the days when ladies wore gloves, furs, and jewels in midday; smoked cigarettes with impunity, had pink gins at lunch, and generally put on the most amusing airs. So come along and be one, too. It’s a blast.

Cityblis

Typical Menus of Georgetown Cocktail Parties (Part 1)

a ladyThere were two things one needed for a good party: food and drink, and what appealed back in the halcyon days of G’Town would not be considered today’s fare. Read on and find out how tastes have changed.

First, the sorts of drinks served. Everyone drank back then, not to do so stigmatized you as either a “party pooper” or a person who was so bad off that they had become a drunk. Also, alcohol wasn’t as regulated as it is now and driving while drunk or buzzed was simply a naughty (not a deadly) thing to do. Times have changed in all these regards.

But what was offered? Typically strong liquor based drinks and often those which had to be mixed. Old Fashioneds were very popular (lots of bourbon and sweet vermouth, a fruit punch-like mix and a maraschino cherry for garnish), Manhattans (like a martini with bourbon with the maraschino cherry), Martinis (lots of gin with a little vermouth often shaken with ice but strained and poured into a saucery glass and garnished with an olive). Gimlets were gin, lime juice, and a splash of soda garnished with a lime. The Pink Squirrel consists of several liquors (sweetened fortified and flavored thick things): Creme of Noyaux (nut flavored), Creme of Cacao (chocolate) and heavy cream.  Straight liquor on the rocks was popular, so put straight booze of any sort directly on ice cubes in the bottom of a glass and that is that.

Drinking things without ice was pretty rare, and usually marked you as a “European” type. Beer was for the merry-dog/golfer/outdoorsman sort, and not often drunk by ladies. There was a lot of bourbon, gin, and Scotch about and Vodka was not very popular due to its association with the Soviet Union during the Cold War. Pinkos drank vodka, pal; whiskey was for True Americans.

Wine was an exotic European drink which was too esoteric for the average American to suck down  with impunity. No one knew anything about it, you didn’t mix it with anything, and you didn’t put it over ice; all those things made it “weird”. There were lots of rules about wine, and no one knew what they were, the year it was made made a huge difference in how good it was, and there were rules about which region it came from! Argghh, who wants to remember all that to drink sour grape juice?!?

Differences also showed up in soft drinks. Ginger Ale was very different back then. Canada Dry was spicy! Really, it was a hot and sweet drink with serious ginger kick. Now it’s bland and sweet only. Moreover, it contained rose water back in the day! You could taste it as a lovely counterpoint to the hot ginger and fizz. I know that is true because I spoke to a man who used to develop formulae for Canada Dry and he told me that secret. I am sure they don’t do that today, too expensive.

There was a Diet Coke-like drink called Patio at first, it was vile. Tasted more like sweet-tangy Moxie than anything I would want. It evolved into Tab and was even more loathsome. There was no similarity to cola and yet people drank it by the gallon because it was diet.

Speaking of diet drinks, there was Fresca, which I think still exists. It was a white cloudy vaguely lemon and grapefruit thing with serious toxic saccharine tingle to it.

No one drank soda water straight. So the most popular drinks now, were the least popular then: wine, beer, soda water, and vodka were the drinks of the out crowd. Gin, bourbon, Scotch, Rye were the in-crowd drinks.

And the most refined of all the drinks was rye. You have probably never had anything made with rye and its fall from grace was astonishing. It was a brown liquor and tasted identical to bourbon to me. It was considered more sophisticated just by urban myth and cherished belief. So it was. Ladies were very put out if they asked for a Manhattan made with rye and they could only get bourbon. Rye just fell out of fashion and now it seems to be enjoying a re-entry into the world of party.

Next time, let’s talk about typical cocktail party foods.

This blog is brought to you by Possets Perfume which is featuring the Spring Collection for 2015 whose theme is The Last Great Georgetown Cocktail Party. The collection will center around a short story I wrote about the adventures of my mother, her social life, and how she was a wonderful symbol of the heyday of Georgetown. The party will begin now and celebrate the last collection on my old website. For this bon voyage I have concocted twenty-one new fragrances and on whopping great short story to go with them. I think you will be amused! In this blog, I will be filling you in on life and manners in the days when ladies wore gloves, furs, and jewels in midday; smoked cigarettes with impunity, had pink gins at lunch, and generally put on the most amusing airs. So come along and be one, too. It’s a blast.

Cityblis

The Scene Of The Last Great Georgetown Cocktail Party

The address was 3336 Reservoir Road, N.W., Washington, D.C. It’s a town house, more narrow than it is long. A great piece of property which my mother bought for around $20,000 in the good old days. There were some rip-snorting parties given in that house, some amazing poseurs, some elegant people, some tears, and a great many memories.

The house was brick with a pretty fan window over the front door. Our door was painted black with a large brass door knocker with a lady’s head on it. Some people say it was Athena, others say it was a generic Bacchante with grapes in her hair.

I remember there was a white picket fence in front of the house. It didn’t really add anything except my next door neighbor, Danny Nossiter used to play snow fort or cowboys and Native Americans with me and use the fence as part of the structure of the igloo or fort.

There were a lot of happy Halloweens launched from those steps, one of the best birthday parties I have ever had with scads of neighborhood kids attending. We only had one Christmas in that house, usually we went to the farm for that occasion but one year it snowed so hard we had to make do with a small pink fake tree from Costos on M Street.

On the day we moved in, I remember resolving to be perfectly good all day long, and I succeeded! I am sure that is the last day when I was ever “perfectly good”! I went to second and third grade while we were living there, saw a huge storm which descended on D.C. on Good Friday one year (complete with unearthly green sky) coinciding with the exact time which Jesus was supposed to have died (we children thought it was a miracle). Springs were blissful, summers were hot and humid, falls was filled with hilarity, and winters were cozy and fearless.

The day of The Last Great Cocktail Party was almost unbearable. Mother was certainly “fit to be tied”. Dad kept away from all “the palaver”, my brother practically hid under the bed. I was fascinated, like a moth to a flame. It was going to be The Apotheosis of My Mother and I had a ringside seat! This was going to be her entree into the world above the bourgeois (demimonde wannabe), the ticket into the lower rungs of the upper classes. You don’t need unlimited funds to accomplish this; pluck, imagination, and style would carry the day (according to mom). Would this be a case of her reach exceeding her grasp and would she fall like Icarus from her upward trajectory? Or would she rise to the dizzying heights on gossamer wings? Was it all or nothing?

This blog is brought to you by Possets Perfume which is featuring the Spring Collection for 2015 whose theme is The Last Great Georgetown Cocktail Party. The collection will center around a short story I wrote about the adventures of my mother, her social life, and how she was a wonderful symbol of the heyday of Georgetown. The party will begin on April 24th and celebrate the last collection on my old website. We are giving it a fitting send-off! In the meantime, I will be filling you in on life and manners in the days when ladies wore gloves, furs, and jewels in midday; smoked cigarettes with impunity, had pink gins at lunch, and generally put on the most amusing airs. So come along and be one, too. It’s a blast.

Cityblis