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I've been AWOL for the past few weeks, owing to trips to Paris, London, and perhaps a little less Liz-tastically, Virginia. I'm now freshly back in the perfume saddle (after several running starts aided by a springboard), and you and I have got a lot of catching up to do.
I'll be filling you in on Paris and London perfume perusin', my first encounter with Bottega Veneta's debut perfume, and my meeting with the creator of that perfume, Michel Almairac.
Then there are the other new perfumes I've been swooning over: L'Artisan Parfumeur Mon Numero 8 and Miller Harris' La Fumée and La Pluie.
And while in London, I was treated to Lush's signature Synaesthesia treatment, which incorporated a delicious mind-and-muscle-melting blur of scent, color, sound and massage. Reports on all of the above are forthcoming.
Thank you, cherished fumies, for continuing to journey with me on the good ship Katie Puckrik Smells.
Photo: Elizabeth Taylor, 1967