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T'was the night before Christmas at perfumeniche....


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The one post of ours that people mention the most often as their favourite is this one. Orginally posted in December 2011, we offer it here again this year.

We'll be taking time out from blogging to spend with family and friends over the holidays, but we will be filling orders so you can still get decants of the fragrances you've been eager to try.

We'll be back on January 6th, 2016.


T’was 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!

Meet you back here at on January 6th, 2016.........

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