To: Rambi who wrote (91984 ) 12/23/2004 5:16:02 PM From: Grainne Respond to of 108807 Hmmmm . . . I don't really like Opium. And I think everything associated with Elizabeth Taylor stinks to high heaven. Grainnette and I began a search for new fragrances when we left San Francisco--we lead less sophisticated, more outdoorsy lives--and somehow things that used to smell wonderful in the city now disappoint. We went to every department store cosmetic counter and every body shop in the mall, and I was willing to pay whatever it took, but always ended up just reeling from sweet, cloying smells. I later found out that the current trend is fragrances with a lot of vanilla, which I love right out of the bottle when I am cooking but not so much behind my ears, apparently. Grainette ended up with an extremely "green" perfume--Elizabeth Arden Green Tea in fact. I was about to give up when I went to the local Irish store to buy Mr. Grainne a new Irish cap to replace the one our Golden Retriever puppy chewed up, when I stumbled across an Irish cologne call Innisfree that is made of lavender oil from a field in County Wicklow, with lily of the valley, peach, blackcurrant, and apricot fruit notes,lemon and bergamot, middle notes of jasmine, rose and iris and base notes of sandalwood, cedarwood and musk. It evokes all the softness, greenness and richness which compose Ireland, and celebrates femininity as well, or so its description insists. AND it comes with a W.B. Yeats poem. Now why does something that smells good have to be so complicated? I do not know, but it sounds like the kind of scent that would appeal more to a liberal than a conservative, I think. Evening in Paris! I had a bottle when I was ten as well. I used to stand in my bedroom in the evening and just smell it, and imagine what it would like to be a woman and have a sophisticated life and be in Paris with a man. I believe this was a couple of years before I discovered the copy of Tropic of Cancer that one of my parents was reading, and learned all about very hot sex quite precipitously. But still Evening in Paris evoked a very warm romantic fantasy . . .