R Tramble

Emma was right. The-scent-formerly-named-Zurich is begging to be unleashed, as a pure perfume. Not an eau de toilette, not a cologne, not an eau de parfum.

A perfume.

A full on, hot, raunchy, Saturday-night-racetrack-Sunday-morning-church-pew perfume

I took the top off of her today, waking her after a month-long nap.

She yawned, extended her arms in a full stretch of cedar, then sank back down on a pillow of vanilla.

She needs an umph.

A kick.

She needs more. So I will give her more – thirty percent more.

Maybe this will tempt her out of her slumber.

And she will be called Dear.

I’ll explain. I promise.

Im in bed right now. Im using my iPhone. I was falling asleep when a possible name for the scent I call Zurich hit me. More tomorrow night.

_{Midnight whispers to my vanilla absolute, trying to make her nice and comfy}
I burned the midnight oil until very early this morning working on a larger batch of this, which has been temporarily named ‘Zurich’ until I come up with something better.

This scent is the one that I’ve gotten the most raves for, and that I personally, absolutely love, so I’m making more. Right now I have it at 10%, which is a light ‘eau de parfum.’ I’m considering bumping up the juice to 15% to make it an actual ‘perfume extract.’

But right now she’s resting on my shelf. Taking a break from a long night into day.

And I’m off to vacuum and mop. I hope I don’t disturb her.

By the way, welcome to blogging Emma!