Monday, 16 December 2013

Dear Father Christmas... (editorial)

I’ve had plenty of time to consider what I’m going to buy myself for Christmas. It all started at the end of October when, cycling home from work, I saw a house decorated with Christmas lights. I’m probably the least festive person there is, and to see such a site was devastating to me, both emotionally and spiritually. I could only explain it away by thinking that, perhaps, the lights had been hung and lit last year, and the owners, perhaps, died in the meantime. Having a Direct Debit in place ensured they were still receiving electricity, and nobody had yet found their bodies. Of course, there was a worse explanation: They were alive and chose to hang the lights in October.

That was it: I had to get over the shock - and horror - having to put up with another Christmas that had me wondering what I could buy myself to make it worthwhile. Now, I’m a reasonable man, but this is a hard task. For instance, I’d dearly enjoy opening a bottle of Acqua di Parma Oud Eau de Cologne, not least for its notes of orange, bergamot, coriander, Amyris wood, sandalwood, cedarwood, patchouli and musk. That would probably make me feel better. But how many bottles do I buy? And should I get the travel spray, too?

I recently realised that I’d also have the nightmare of Secret Santa at the work Christmas party, and for that I’d also need invest in a bottle of Maison Francis Kurkdjian Cologne Pour Le Soir, a true gem with notes of rose honey, incense absolute, and benzoin. It’s like being wrapped in a blanket—which is incidentally something I had to do the last time I bought a bottle, because I couldn't afford to heat the house for the rest of the month. So, that's what I'm buying myself, but I probably won't have anything left to spend on my Secret Santa. 

Last week, the Christmas cake started. I’d happily eat a bowl of brandy butter, but to stomach endless servings of Christmas cake is too much for me to bear. It’s okay, though, because I have a coping mechanism: It comes in the form of a pump bottle, filled with Noble Isle’s Whiskey & Water Hand Lotion. I can think of six things that are great about it: Rose, davana blossom, jasmine, orange blossom, tonka bean and amber. It comes in a large 250 ml bottle, which packs some weight, and I could throw it at a carol singer without much might. 

There's another problem that must be overcome: Christmas, in my opinion, can be as ageing as the effects of the sun. A whole day spent making conversation with relatives whose names usually elude me, and not even an anti-oxidant healthy date and plum hot chocolate will cure me. There’s something that gets me through it, and ensures my face is as soft as a baby’s foot—and that’s Aesop’s Parsley Seed Anti-Oxidant Serum.

I think that’s probably enough to fill my stocking. I’d better start thinking about what I want to find under the tree. 

Find Them Here

Acqua di Parma Oud Eau de Cologne

Maison Francis Kurkdjian Cologne Pour Le Soir

Noble Isle Whiskey & Water Hand Lotion

Aesop Parsley Seed Anti-Oxidant Serum

1 comment:

  1. All I wanted for Christmas was some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, I didn't get that, but I do have some lovely new natural cosmetics to get stuck into! I hope you had a lovely holiday!