There where all is order and beauty. Lush, calm, and voluptuous.
April 5th, 20101 comment Posted in See Jane Shop
I’ve been called all kinds of things, some lovely, and some unprintable, but among them “lush” and “voluptuous” are not.
But 1 out of 3 ain’t bad.
Especially if that one is Lush.
I’m smell-oriented. I have strong reactions to smells that please me and even stronger reactions to smells that don’t.
My son and daughter are the same way. The other day we went into a Lush store in Georgetown and he just about fell over. He insisted on waiting outside until I was finished shopping. My daughter, on the other hand, flitted from pile of soap to mountain of bath bombs to shelves of body washes in glee.
I was right there with her.
And though I love love love the Mange Too massage bar (which looks like soap but is really a solid moisturizer bar that smells so good you want to eat it but don’t because holy hell it’s not food!)
and the hilariously named “Too Drunk To…” emotibomb that you chuck into a hot shower with you on the morning after whatever happened the night before,
My absolute favorite is the Flying Fox shower gel. It smells like my honeymoon. I don’t know what else to say about that. Except that maybe my honeymoon was spent in a ridiculously chi chi resort in Bermuda and the air was scented with a magical honeysuckle jasmine salt air breeze.
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I’d be in the car with your boy. That place stinks, yo. There is one on 15th and Walnut, and it reeks up the whole neighborhood like a hippie.
One time I mistakenly took my own boychild down Walnut street, and he puked about four doors down from Lush. And no, he wasn’t sick. He’s sensitive to odors.
It’s just too much smell all at once.
But this bathsoap you speak of. The one that smells like your honeymoon. That sounds nice. It might be worth a run in there. My allergies are bad, I can hardly breath. Today might be the day to make the trip. Do they make a lotion?
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