Memories are an odd thing aren’t they?
Even those of the happiest times can seem bitter sweet.
So it has been sorting through my snaps of Washington DC.
On reflection it seems a city almost haunted by the past, by lost hopes of optimistic futures and many, many lost lives.
Perhaps it was because I was there over the Memorial Weekend.
Memorial weekend in a Capital of Memorials.
More of that later.
But what perfume can encapsulate this sense of commemoration?
For The Dandy, nothing expresses remembrance better than Estee Lauder‘s contemplation in green chrysanthemum, Private Collection.
So the photograph above of some of the same reflective flowers with the scent on my bedroom windowsill seems just right.
Until later today.
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy.
The Perfumed Dandy. 