I’ve always preferred fragrance oils to perfumes, which are often headache-rendering, or simply undistinguishable from everything else on the market. Just last week, Tory Burch released her first fragrance, a mix of citrus, peony, tuberose, and vetiver, a subtle scent with a masculine edge. I imagine it’s what summer air must smell like in the orange groves of Italy, minus the stench of sweat and sunscreen. Given the fact that my Tory Burch purchases over the years have probably paid the down payment on her summer home (nothing beats a well made pair of flats!), I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to attend Tory’s fragrance launch, and signing, at Bloomingdales last Thursday. What an exquisite new capsule collection, and I’m endlessly inspired by such a talented, intelligent, and incredibly ambitious woman.
Finally bought an orchid plant, whose blooms will last for weeks, to prevent me from purchasing pricey city bouquets.
Bejeweled overload throughout fall purchases from J.Crew.
Never can resist ultra feminine stationery, particularly items from Rifle Paper Co., and anything emblazoned with donuts (give me that pink one at the top).
The cheesiest of the cheesy. Garrett, the Oprah-approved mecca of all popcorn. Unfortunately, not for daily consumption.
Dainty jewelry from Oat Brooklyn, an accessories store new to Williamsburg.