Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Visited some of my favorite stores yesterday while out Holiday shopping. Couldn't help but to pick up something a little yummy for my olfactory at Aedes De Venustas, a Cire Trudon candle. My apartment is full of a wind of freedom coming all at once from the Mascara coast and down from the mountains bringing in its foolish race the green scents of fresh mint, the rashness of fights, the hot and peppered air of ginger and the perfume of tea and tabacco from the Ouled Nail tribe... I'm just saying, that's what the card reads in the candle box!