Thursday - October 26, 2006
Jicky and Jonathan Hoag.
Jicky was created in 1889. I purchased the eau de
toilette this morning because... well, I think, although I am not certain,
because of Robert A. Heinlein's The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag.
"Was he trying to poison her?" Hoag suggested.
"I don't think so - that's the usual narcotic warning. But I want to see what it is." He shook it. It seemed empty. He started to break the seal.
"Careful!" Hoag warned.
"I will be." He held it well back from his face to open it, then sniffed it very cautiously. It gave up a fragrance, subtle and infinitely sweet.
"Teddy?" He whirled around, dropping the bottle. It was indeed Cynthia, eyelids fluttering. "Don't promise them anything, Teddy!" She sighed and her eyes closed again.
"'The Bird is Cruel!'" she whispered.
*Spoiler warning*
*Fat chance you'll actually be able to get a copy of The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag today, but you never know*
The Sons of the Bird hold Cynthia's soul hostage in a bottle, to ensure her husband Teddy desists from further investigation into the the mystery of Jonathan Hoag. Cynthia is a woman of spunk (not in the porn sense of the word), and words like gumption and sass also come to mind. She helps her husband with his cases; he loves how she does it in a "tailored suit and a pert little hat."
So I bought Jicky, because in its lavender-rosemary-bergamot-and-could-that-be-vanilla ebb and swirl, it is exactly that. Gumption and sass under a pert little hat.
"Was he trying to poison her?" Hoag suggested.
"I don't think so - that's the usual narcotic warning. But I want to see what it is." He shook it. It seemed empty. He started to break the seal.
"Careful!" Hoag warned.
"I will be." He held it well back from his face to open it, then sniffed it very cautiously. It gave up a fragrance, subtle and infinitely sweet.
"Teddy?" He whirled around, dropping the bottle. It was indeed Cynthia, eyelids fluttering. "Don't promise them anything, Teddy!" She sighed and her eyes closed again.
"'The Bird is Cruel!'" she whispered.
*Spoiler warning*
*Fat chance you'll actually be able to get a copy of The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag today, but you never know*
The Sons of the Bird hold Cynthia's soul hostage in a bottle, to ensure her husband Teddy desists from further investigation into the the mystery of Jonathan Hoag. Cynthia is a woman of spunk (not in the porn sense of the word), and words like gumption and sass also come to mind. She helps her husband with his cases; he loves how she does it in a "tailored suit and a pert little hat."
So I bought Jicky, because in its lavender-rosemary-bergamot-and-could-that-be-vanilla ebb and swirl, it is exactly that. Gumption and sass under a pert little hat.