The 2006 Pumpkin Patch was my Very First BPAL. It was a gift from Kate, who thought I would like it. She was right, as my shelf o' bottles of weird perfume can now attest. I bought the 2007 Pumpkin Patch for myself. And the 2008 Pumpkin Patch. And recently, thanks to a "please help me buy more perfume"-based art sale, the 2009 Pumpkin Patch. Oh, and I have a bottle of Jack, and a bottle of Pumpkin Queen. So, counting my new bottles, and the extra bottle of Pumpkin-with-Pomegranate that I got Just In Case (tm), I have...
...twenty-nine bottles of pumpkin-based perfume. Not counting my assorted imps and decants and suchlike.
I think this is sufficient pumpkin perfume to make my declaration of being Pumpkin Queen of California entirely believable, and actually a bit of an unnecessary statement. Because I am so the Pumpkin Queen. I have the spooky perfume to prove it.
October 17 2009, 21:42:52 UTC 7 years ago
October 17 2009, 22:00:48 UTC 7 years ago
What I miss, though, is being able to indulge in smelly goodness. In my teens (during the 70s) I had incense for every occasion, and favoured fruity oils (like mango) during my late twenties and early thirties, even though I sometimes had to take allergy pills in order to enjoy them. After a few episodes of severe environmental illness, I gave up on even the natural oils that I had been using. Sad now.