tauer maroc pour elle
I am in Kalamazoo Michigan this weekend for the 45th International Congress on Medieval Studies , so these will be regrettably short posts for the next few days as I do the professional thing—listening to papers on French epic poetry, medieval Scandinavian ballads, and Beowulf, among other things. The best thing about this conference has to be the dance; nowhere else in the world can you feast your eyes on hundreds of medievalists partying down on the dance floor with complete abandon. It’s amazing, and exhausting. Last night I went to a very civilized dinner for those of us who study medieval ballads, and it was a wonderful evening of genteel conversation. As I wander around the campus, I enjoy wearing Andy Tauer’s beautiful creation, Le Maroc pour Elle . It has a dense, lovely, flowery, overblown, exotic incense smell. The jasmine and rose ride on top of the smoke and the patchouli dancing in supple waves of scent—almost as if you were in a quality incense store –I’m thinking...