A bug, a virus, hackers…. who know’s what or who, but The Dandy has been under attack from person or persons unknown.
Happily, hostilities have come to an end and I have been proved victorious… well at least the blighters seem to have disappeared.
Lest they return I shall keep a flacon of one most fantastically fierce of perfumes to hand…
Dior’s Miss Dior, the actual perfume not the current sickly sweet impersonator, is a determined blast of oakmoss and citrus that positively screams (or should that be stage whispers) sophistication and sang froid in almost equal measure.
It is a delicious aroma that cannot fail to make the wearer empowered and those who smell it ever so slightly in awe.
So, if any metaphorical beasties (not like the charming gentle caterpillar above, who is, I think, actually quite adorable) come crawling out of the woodwork I shall have some impressive repellent to hand.
Oh that reminds one… I did once write a full review of Miss Dior. Have a peek if it takes your fancy!!
I shall now be getting all things back in order so expect a minor flurry of correspondence from your dear friend over then next few days!
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy.
The Perfumed Dandy. 