
Tomato by Demeter is every urban gardening hipster chick sunbathing topless on the roof. Stray honeysuckle and dandelion weeds are overtaken by crushed tomato leaves and the great red globes ripening on the vine. A smudge of pollution and sweat and dirt sticks to the skin, but doesn’t stop the invasive Organic Goddess green.
I’d worship her in the summer.
Forget what you think about “cheap” perfumes and buy the big bottle–it makes a wonderful room spray, too.
Willie Nelson and Cyndi Lauper singing a Gershwin duet is my favorite thing today.

This was so much fun.

Room service cantaloupe for breakfast from the beach hotel, delivered with a narcissus in a bud vase. A hint of unobjectionable white musk from the serving tray linens.
Starts as sugar crystal rose, then oozes pink truck-stop bathroom dispenser soap, but manages to pull it into flower water taffy at the end.
Opens with unsweetened whipped cream, and rubber pants. Maybe some termite dust to make it scratchy.



