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I hadn’t been out of our neighborhood since my return from the hospital two weeks ago. Tuesday, San Geraldo suggested a drive to IKEA for lunch. It’s 16 km (10 miles) past the hospital. What an adventure. I said that would be great because I needed some of my skin care products and a new cologne. Plaza Mayor is nearby and we could go there after lunch — and San Geraldo could sit and work on his book while enjoying a drink at Starbuck’s.
I wanted a new fragrance. My former favorite, Royal Copenhagen Musk, was discontinued a number of years ago. But I think that would be too formal a fragrance for non-working me anyway. I don’t like to use the paper test strips because the fragrances smell completely different on the skin. By the time I left the shop I smelled like a whore. Why do people always say like a French whore? Don’t French whores smell better than most others? Maybe that’s the point. French whores smell like heavy perfume while other whores smell of other things. Anyway, after trying the five fragrances I had researched before shopping, I landed on Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male Elixir. So far, I like it and think it suits me. I’m glad I had posed for their advertising campaign — which was before I started retaining water. See my video below.
No había salido de nuestro vecindario desde que regresé del hospital hace dos semanas. El martes, San Geraldo sugirió ir a IKEA para almorzar. Son 16 kilómetros (10 millas) más allá del hospital. Qué aventura. Dije que sería genial porque necesitaba algunos de mis productos para el cuidado de la piel y una nueva colonia. La Plaza Mayor está cerca y podríamos ir allí después del almuerzo, y San Geraldo podría sentarse y trabajar en su libro mientras disfruta de una bebida en Starbuck’s.
Quería una nueva fragancia. Mi antiguo favorito, Royal Copenhagen Musk, dejó de fabricarse hace varios años. Pero creo que de todos modos sería una fragancia demasiado formal para mí que no trabaja. No me gusta usar tiras reactivas de papel porque las fragancias huelen completamente diferente en la piel. Cuando salí de la tienda olía a puta. ¿Por qué la gente siempre dice como una puta francesa? ¿No huelen mejor las putas francesas que la mayoría? Quizás ese sea el punto. Las putas francesas huelen a perfume fuerte mientras que otras putas huelen a otras cosas. De todos modos, después de probar las cinco fragancias que había investigado antes de comprar, llegué a Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male Elixir. Hasta ahora me gusta y creo que me queda bien. Me alegro de haber posado para su campaña publicitaria, que fue antes de que empezara a retener líquidos. Vea mi vídeo a continuación.
• Moose en la parte superior de la página y Dudo inmediatamente arriba.
• Mis albóndigas suecas. Decidí ignorar el hecho de que la camarera tenía puré de patatas en la bandera sueca. (Pero todavía me molesta).
• San Geraldo tenía las costillas de IKEA.
• Comí tarta de queso IKEA simplemente porque tenía arándanos. Los arándanos son muy buenos para la salud.
• Esta camisa podría haber funcionado para mí si hubieran reposicionado el patrón del vientre en un hombro (o incluso en ambos hombros). Solo costó 250 € (en lugar de 639 €). Está claro que Roberto Cavalli no es mi estilo.
• Segundo desayuno del miércoles en Mesón Salvador. Pan integral, aceite de oliva, y puré de tomate.
• Últimamente no he compartido las rosas del desierto; 14 meses de floración ininterrumpida.
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Boud here. I think the meatballs might be a reason to go to IKEA. And that picture of desert roses against a backdrop of ocean is just perfect!
Meatballs are the ONLY reason to go to IKEA! I always call the place “the seventh gate of Hell”. Jx
Jon:
I truly enjoy IKEA when it’s not crowded. So many fun things to explore. I could spend an entire day in an organizer warehouse.
Boud:
Our desert roses continue to amaze me and you’re so right about the backdrop. I do love IKEA Swedish meatballs.
You made a perfect choice of cologne 😊😊
Elin:
I’m glad to hear it! I’m very pleased.
I love a day out at Ikea. One cute kitty.
David:
Those are the TWO cute kitties. I do enjoy IKEA. Unfortunately we did absolutely no shopping this time.
Desert rose ~ a beauty once again, loved it the last time you showed us it. The white jeans on the model are my fave. I wore carpenter’s whites for years. Yes, the shirt is kinda hard to imagine. I haven’t worn cologne in quite a few years because I was assaulted with an “Axe” commercial at work one day. It must have seared my nostril hairs so I decided the rest of my life would be cologne free. I do bath and keep an eye on any possible offensive odours because my Mom said ~ don’t forget to take care of those underarms one day after doing some manual labour. Oy veeee!
Ron:
I’ve stepped into our elevator and stepped back out again to escape the cloud of perfume left behind by someone else. My mother never discussed underarms!
Once is enough as I learned as a teen. My bro was not good with listening but I heeded the warning quickly!
I don’t know if it’s the same in Spain as here in the US but people are wearing less scent these days, I think. I believe that so many people are sensitive to it or claim to be sensitive to it that it’s become sort of an issue. I miss wearing perfume but since I doubt I’d wear it at home where I’m apt to be sweating like a beast, it’s not that big of a deal.
I remember in Mexico, how the men passing in the street would leave such a good scent as they walked by. “Ah…a Mayan man!” I would say. And we have found some guy colognes that make me think of that for Glen.
Can you believe I’ve never been to an Ikea?
Your photos, as always are lovely. Those cats are just the best models, as is your desert rose.
Ms. Moon
MsMoon:
I don’t know if scent has become less popular here. It certainly doesn’t seem so. My mother had a friend who claimed to be allergic to any kind of scent. Oddly, she never seemed to have a problem around my mother or my mother’s apartment and she stayed with us for a weekend in Connecticut without issue. I think it was her excuse for not cleaning her house! Her adult son moved back in with her after his divorce. The WORST body odor I ever smelled and he was not permitted to use any product. But I do know some people are very sensitive. Our first time in an IKEA, in the ’90s in LA, SG had an anxiety attack and just about ran through the maze to escape. He does really well now. I totally enjoy it — unless it’s crowded. My idea of heaven is a Hold Everything store. Give me a room (or building) filled with organizers!
Around here the expression is “sweating like a whore in church on Sunday”. Based on that, I don’t believe it would be a good smell.
Kelly:
I’ve heard that description and love it. Very descriptive!
I’ve never met a whore that wasn’t a family member. I never got close enough to smell them because, ewww!
I fell in my kitchen recently and thought, ” What would Scoot do?”. The answer: take it in stride. I basically took it laying down for a minute or two before I managed to get up to take it in stride (well wobble anyway). You’re my inspiration.
That shirt? Fugly no matter what you do to it. You’ve been living in the land of the tacky tourists for too long!
The kitties are the very best animal print out there.
Deedles:
My family members weren’t whores in the traditional sense if you know what I mean. Did I tell you about the time San Geraldo sat on the pot so long his legs feel asleep. He fell down as he left the bathroom and somehow managed to not his head or anything else as he went down. I found him on his back with his legs up in the air! When I stopped to take that shirt photo, SG thought it was because I LIKED it!
Oh, poor SG *snicker*! That happens to me when I bring a book to the bathroom. The legs falling asleep, not the falling part. That mental picture is going to follow me all day!
Deedles:
It was a relief (and shock) he wasn’t hurt. He had to get the laughing over with before he could get up… and it was after my spine surgery, so I couldn’t help.
OMG that Jean-Paul Gaultier ad is full of . . . of . . . HOMOSEXUAL SAILORS!!!!!!!!!!! Did you realize that? Or are you as SHOCKED as I am?
Debra:
I wouldn’t have accepted the gig if I thought any of the sailors were going to be straight. I have my standards.
They must have cloned you, Mitchell, because all those guys on that ship are you.
Kirk:
I know! It’s almost creepy.
Hmmm. Which would I prefer to smell like – a French whore or Male Elixir? I think I know which I prefer! Jx
PS Jean-Paul Gaultier and homosexual sailors? Heaven forfend.
Jon:
Shocking, isn’t it?
Jon:
Are you going to leave us guessing?
Oh! The one time that I visited friends in Barcelona (before I knew any Spanish, let alone Catalan), they happily served me bread rubbed with olive oil and tomato, and kept telling me it was called (in Catalan)something like, “pan am tamaket”. It was yummy!
Judy C
Judy C:
That would be “pa amb tomaquet.” I’m so glad we don’t have to also learn Catalan.
Great video. You should have been given the cologne gratis, in payment for that hot sweaty work of posing in the engine department.
Shirley:
Of course they all recognized me in the shop, but they weren’t authorized to give it away for free. I should have negotiated a lifetime supply in my contract.
That cheesecake looks delicious! And I’m sure you smell lovely as well.
cmagidgreen:
I DO smell lovely. The cheesecake was even better than I expected.
As a whore, I’d smell of gin and regret.
Looks like Dudo and Moose are getting their Gautier on, though!
Bob:
I think I’d have the same whore fragrance.
I do not think that you would find French Whores at IKEA for lunch. I did not know they had ribs on the menu. IKEA is 3 hours away in Halifax so we do not go often.
Laurent:
There were some people speaking French in the cafeteria but I didn’t ask if they were whores.
The Cavalli animal print shirt would’ve been a good choice with the “M” on the chest, but nobody wants an infinity symbol on their belly, LOL!
Nice tats. Nice cats.
No IKEA where I live either, but I had a co-worker once who made delicious Swedish meatballs for every staff potluck — YUM! Now I want mashed potatoes, peas and meatballs too…. damn your food porn, Mitchell, LOL!
Tundra Bunny:
My parents used to host a lot of parties in the ’60s. My mother always made a pot of Swedish meatballs. And my father always mixed up whiskey sours!
Oh Dudo, how LOOOOOOOOOOONG you’ve made yourself – and Moose, DO cover yourself!
Raybeard:
We’re always amazed when Dudo stretches out. Moose will do anything for a little attention.
French whores, naughty cat pics, bellies, shoulders, videos of sweaty shirtless hunks…what is happening here at this blog? (Whatever it is, I like it!)
Sassybear:
It must be your influence. I’ve always been such an innocent and so proper.
Try Clinique happy
finlaygray:
Clinique gave samples at Sak’s Fifth Ave in the 80s of a new men’s fragrance. I worked in the city 4 days a week and picked up a couple of free little bottles every week. I loved it, but they never produced it for sale at that time. I’ll check it out. Thank!
That commercial has got to be an homage to the movie “Querelle.” Have you ever seen it?
I’m glad you got a fragrance you like. I am not a fragrance person. I endeavor to smell like nothing.
Steve:
Oh, I do remember Querelle. I thought Brad Davis was the hottest thing since sliced bread. I don’t use deodorant. I give one spritz of cologne under each arm and when I sweat, I smell mildly like my cologne.
No wonder your cats won’t eat REAL FISH. They get so many “treats” a day! Eating between meals is not a good idea, you know.
Margaret:
Oh, no. The cats turned up their noses to real fish long before we started giving them treats. Anyway, they don’t now eat between meals. The just eat 14 meals a day.