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Twas the Night Before Christmas, 2020

This year, Christmas and the holidays are so different. Even Santa is behind a plastic shield. We can't be with our loved ones to celebrate, and the alternatives, ZOOM and Facetime, are feeble substitutes for chatting and laughing and sitting close and hugging and kissing one another - they just don't cut it. We're trying not to think about it.

To feel better, we're focusing on the things that we can do safely in our household bubbles.  I'm sticking to my Christmas baking tradition. I've never made so many cookies, shortbreads, bars, cakes, spiced nuts, and I know our neighbours are doing the same, so we'll be exchanging gift boxes, nibbling then consuming each item. I can already feel my thighs expanding, but I know it will all be delicious!

We're taking time off from writing about perfumes for the next two weeks, but I can guarantee we'll be wearing and enjoying our most favourite fragrances during this time. Their familiar scents will help to stir happy memories of Christmas celebrations from other years when we were all together with our families. That's the power of perfume!

We'll be back writing about new perfumes starting January 6. Please note that orders received after December 23, 2020 will ship January 4, 2021, so you can start the new year smelling fabulous! 

Speaking of sticking to traditions... we always post our 'Niche" version of the wonderful Christmas poem, 'Twas The Night Before Christmas by Clement Moore. The reindeer names are replaced by the names of famous "noses" - see if you can recognize who's who. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we had fun writing it. We have to admit the wine helped...

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Niche
The perfumes were in order, within easy reach.
With Kay in M/Mink, and Gwen in Boxeuse
They’d just finished decanting, and were taking a snooze

When from under the scent organ there arose such a clatter
It made Kay's eyes fly open, and Gwen's wine glass shatter
Away to the organ they flew like a flash
To grab all their bottles, and save their scent stash

When, what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature flacon pulled by eight tiny nosedeer
Filled with excitement (but kneeling in pain)
The girls peered at the driver – it was Pierre-François Pascal Guerlain!

Dressed in red and white fur all except for his hands
He smelled faintly of vanilla, coumarin and civet glands
From a big sack of boxes slung over his back
He pulled bottles of perfume, which ever so slowly, he started to stack

With great care, on the scent organ, for Gwen and for Kay
While they watched, open–mouthed, from a few steps away
He said not a word, as he placed down each scent
Then, finished his task, to the flacon he went

“On Jean-Claude, on Marcel, Annick and Olivia
On Francis, on Bertrand, on Serge and Patricia ”
And up through the chimney they flew like a whiff
The girls could say nothing, they were gone in a jiff

Then Kay looked at Gwen, and Gwen said to Kay
“Wow! He brought all our new perfumes – let’s sniff right away!
So they fell to their work, with the spritzing and dabbing
And spraying and sniffing, and laughing and gabbing

“These are fabulous perfumes – we’ve done it again!
I can’t wait to write”, Kay exclaimed to her friend
“I agree – I love them!” said Gwen. “Perfect choices”
Then both fell quiet – they’d heard distant voices

So they looked out the window at the bright winter night
To see Pierre-François Pascal Guerlain, and the flacon, in flight
And they heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight
“Merry Spritzmas to all, and to all a Good Night”!

Happy Holidays from Gwen and Kay!

P.S. Imitation is said to be the sincerest form of flattery, but we humbly offer our sincere apologies to Clement Moore, and everyone who treasures his wonderful Christmas poem.

Image - Wikimedia Commons - Santa Claus portrayed by Jonathan Meath