#Diptique

[coquette666angel]

minimalistic bedroom inspired outfit

[letstalkbeautyuk]

Top 3 Perfumes

I was asked recently what my favourite perfumes were, and I knew right away what to say. I absolutely love fragrance and have quite a few that I like and love, but there are always 4/5 that will stand head and shoulders above the rest. First, I want to talk about the London based perfume house, Miller Harris, founded in 2000 they like to blend British luxury with couture sophisticated fragrance.…

[blood-orange-juice]

So, uhm, do you know that scent of Mediterranean shore on a scorching hot summer day? Pines and olive tress and cypresses and aromatic herbs and just sun.

Un Jardin à Cythère perfume by Hermes is exactly that.

[1rakus]

i WILL say i splurged on rag & bone's genmaicha at full price because i couldnt find it elsewhere and it's that good

[melancholicstation]

LONER!BOBBY AND POPULAR!READER HEADCANONS — modern! bobby f. kennedy ᥫ᭡

taglist: @remotewatch @bloxholden35 @starsprangledgirl @h-l-v-kennedy-blog @h-l-vlovesvintage @absurdlyvintage @chemicalw0rld @fortheloveofjos @kimcrystal123 @astro-vibes-bro

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you meet during co-ed sailing at the college in which bobby, in all his clodhopping charm, accidentally capsizes the small sailing boat ( that, to his credit, looked about as sturdy as the remote controlled boats loaned out in central park )

expecting you to freak out bobby immediately moves to provide incessant apologies, looking and sounding like an about to be scolded boy, but is eventually dismantled by your acceptance and carefree attitude.

stupidly bobby had regarded your personality to match your exterior: heeled boots, glossy lips, hair misted by diptique’s ‘do son’ and a trusty gel lacquer of 151 pirate polish always freshly applied. in his un-frontal lobe developed brain he thought that the prissy nature of your appearance would influence your temperament when dealing with him.

he was quite shocked to find the polar opposite.

after co-ed sailing you hit it off, purely as friends at first but not without your friends constant teasing of your friendship. mostly because of your polar opposite demeanours

bobby’s being one shrewd in mystery and signposted by: his quiet affliction when dining in the cafeteria, shocked and startled by even the most casual expressions of noise. not heterogeneous to that of a undomesticated fawn.

to get to and fro the campus and the sixty-three acreage that was the schools athletic centre bobby would only carry the upmost essentials to his very being: saratoga tortoise shell reading glasses, an agamemnon by aeschylus first edition hardback, and his iPhone 6 plus encased in a intrecciato colorblocked leather briefcase that was comically big for his slender model-esk frame

being that bobby had no instagram account ( despite him being an anomaly in the chronically online classmates ) communication was tricky to say the least

after a series of misguided letters back and forth placed by bobby into your locker and vice versa, you eventually exchanged numbers

despite this, on occasion, bobby slips note cards in varying hues of lilac, honey orange, and taupe into your locker accompanied by hand-written quotes by your favourite writers: joan didion and virginia woolf alongside a clumsily taped blue-raspberry salt water taffy with such care that could only be achieved via a love-sick collegiate-aged boy

when invited to your house, you quickly excuse yourself and tell bobby to let himself into your bedroom. you find him awkwardly positioning himself on your bed, covered in pink floral print, half-sitting on the bed while looking comedically uncomfortable

it’s not until his fourth visit that he begins to perform comfort and seems at peace, finally finding a non-chaotic safe place to metaphorically rest his head, a place without the chaotic nature of his home situation with his 8 rambunctious siblings

when you and your popular cliche encourage him to come to one of your famous beach bashes he’s understandably hesitant but cannot resistant your batting eyelashes and soft assurances while scratching his head that you’ll be there the entire time right alongside him.

so he goes and gets completely trashed. like BLIND drunk due to his inexperienced tolerance to alcohol at about 10:00pm. the party started at only 8:30pm…

neither of you seem to mind: with yourself being smitten towards his loosening of ambitions and his platonic touchiness brought on by his intoxication, and bobby being interior too trashed to know right from left.

the party ends around 12pm with you slinging bobby’s pashmina cardigan over your right shoulder, and trying to gather bobby frame on your left to reach the uber

END OF SFW HC’s NSFW IS AFTER THIS POINT!

loves to have you sit on his face but your constantly making sure your not hurting him until he eventually shuts you up with an climax or seven what who said thatttt

you love to give bobby hickies just for the fun of seeing what creative ways he chooses to style his outfits in an effort to hide them. what you don’t love is your friends incessant teasing of both him and you as a result

popular!reader loves to put her fingers in bobby’s mouth during s*x just cause she finds it hot

your always giving him love bites

like he’s sometimes so cute in his button up and misplaced tie that you just want to bite his cute arms all over!

both of you are a big a fan of mutual masturbation over facetime

always making love raw, so much that it’s a miracle that you aren’t both parents by the age of 20

definitely pulls your hips back to him if he feels you squirming while eating you out

he definitely asks you to marry him two months into dating during a passionate sexual escapade

is a tits man through and through

will hold your boobs in his sleep

has a mysterious exterior with all your friends but is a total blob of sincerity whenever your alone together

loves to feed you honeycombs as an aftercare ritual, doesn’t matter the time or place

he loves to be pulled by the hair sorryyyyy

is very turned on when you get jealous of girls talking to bobby, now that he’s adjacent to the popular crowd

he adores dry humping sorry someone had to say it and i guess that person is me

you ab ride bobby when he’s all sweating from karate practice ( cause he’s a loser like that )

bobby likes that your the taller one in the relationship unresolved dominance kink that will never be explored

only time he feels undeniably confident and himself is when he’s in bed with you…

because you both still live with your parents you make it a game to see who can stay quiet the longest

you make brief, short home videos together but bobby’s too paranoid and you eventually delete all evidence of it’s existence to ease his mind.

[ashstfu]

Ash! Have you smelt philosykos by diptique or gentle fluidity by maison francis kurkdijan? Just wanted to hear your thoughts ab them🎤

hey hi erin! gentle fluidity is actually my mom’s fave scent. its v comforting to me, partly because it reminds me of her but also because it has this gorgeous blend of vanilla and amber. super super classy and timeless! as for philosykos, i have tried it before. it’s very fresh & green, like walking through a mediterranean fig grove but it’s not really my vibe. i prefer scents that are richer and more intense. you know with warm, spicy & complex notes that have a sophisticated edge to them. but if you’re into scents that evoke a fresh, natural, and earthy vibe, then definitely give philosykos a try :)

[mentaltimetraveller]

Joan Mitchell

TWO SUNFLOWERS

1980 Diptique : Huile sur toile 279.4 x 360.7 x 0.0 cm

[lindmaar]

L’Eau Papier, Diptique

[prelovednikaidou]

my favorite perfume <3

1. Tam Dao - Diptique

it smells androgynous. suitable for formal occasions (presentation/interview) Not an overbearing scent. but it does smell like temple tho.. u shld go for it if you're into monks ;)

2. Blooming Bouquet- Dior

somehow,, middle age women like this one. i received the most compliments from my aunts with this perfume. can be a headache inducing a few seconds after you sprayed. the smell gets better with time tho.

3. Her - Burberry

why am i not hearing the cheers for this lady?? the best sweet scent (strawberry) for me. it's sweet, but not spiky. pair this with your cotton cherry sundress & ur partner won't let you go. such an intimate scent. suitable for dates & fucks.

4. Eau De Parfum - Coach

you're definitely wasting your time on your perfume collection if you haven't try this. the scent is soft and feminine. it does smell a little strawberry, but it's softer. worth the money because it last so longgg legit washed my wrists and still smell it.

5. Cool Water (Sea Rose) - Davidoff

oh take me back to 2018. such a refreshing perfume. you can never go wrong with this one because it doesn't smell too intimate yet doesn't smell too formal. i usually wear this daily to my classes. received the most compliments from my female peers. it leaves you the feeling of coming outta shower. the cool, fresh scent.

[striborr]

Annette Messager. Mains, série Mes trophées (diptique), 1987, fusain et aquarelle sur photographie, 191 x 110 cm. Centre national des arts plastiques, FNAC. © Adagp, Paris / CNAP / Courtesy photo : Galerie Laage-Salomon.

spectacles-selection

[sunnypogue]

it’s a rainy saturday let’s open some of my diptique advent calendar

[schalotte]

i also went to diptique today but i got the same feeling i always get at fancy stores (perceived as grotesque) and then it was also very crowded everywhere no good 4 me i'll have to go back perhaps not on a saturday + pride parade double whammy

[b4kl4v44]

a true diptique

[bellepetitethings]

In the absence of a diptique candle

Consider burning a votive light

[cathedralofghosts]

In a world saturated with choices, our personal preferences often become intertwined with the brands we hold dear. These trusted companions weave themselves into the fabric of our daily lives, offering more than just products; they deliver experiences, values, and a sense of identity. As I reflect on my own journey through the marketplace, a mosaic of favorite brands emerges, each playing a unique role in shaping my tastes and preferences. Join me as I explore the tapestry of these cherished brands, unraveling the stories behind the logos and celebrating the products that have earned a permanent place in my heart.

Yves Saint Laurent is undoubtedly my favorite brand because of its timeless beauty and upscale nature. Specifically, one of their delicacies that I love most is the fragrance Black Opium. The intoxication of smell of vanilla bourbon woven into this perfume is very seductive and elegant. Classics by Yves Saint Laurent remind me about Chanel, which is a well-known brand. The black Opium fragrance is an experience that involves all senses, connecting luxury and elegance with the timeless brand philosophy from the universe of beauty and haute couture.

Status Anxiety stands as a beacon in the realm of affordable luxury, captivating my heart with its exquisite leather goods that transcend mere accessories to become timeless companions. At the epicenter of my admiration lies the Audrey wallet, a paragon of both elegance and functionality. Crafted with precision, it effortlessly merges style and practicality, embodying the brand's commitment to quality. The Last Mountains bag, another gem in Status Anxiety's collection, stands as a testament to enduring design. Its durability is not just a promise but a reality, accompanying me through the peaks and valleys of life. The brand's dedication to creating pieces that withstand the test of time elevates Status Anxiety beyond mere fashion; it becomes a reliable confidante, an embodiment of enduring style and substance.

Stolen Girlfriends Club holds an unrivaled place in my heart as a jewelry designer, and it's the edgy punk vibes that resonate with my personal style and attitude. In particular, the Love Claw collection stands out as a daring testament to rebellion and self-expression. The intricate, rebellious designs of the pieces from this collection are not just accessories but statements – bold declarations of individuality. Stolen Girlfriends Club taps into the essence of punk culture, infusing each piece with a raw energy that challenges convention. Their jewelry becomes a form of wearable art, a fusion of rebellion and sophistication that effortlessly elevates any ensemble. With each piece, I feel a connection to the brand's rebellious spirit, making Stolen Girlfriends Club not just a jewelry designer but a curator of bold, unapologetic self-expression.

My affection for Dangerfield Clothing stems from its ability to seamlessly blend quirkiness with timeless style. The brand captures my attention with its distinctive designs, where every garment feels like a wearable piece of art. Whether it's the playful patterns, unexpected details, or the infusion of retro aesthetics, Dangerfield consistently surprises and delights. Beyond the visual appeal, the quality craftsmanship ensures that each piece stands the test of time. Wearing Dangerfield feels like expressing my individuality in a world of fashion conformity. The brand's eclectic charm not only complements my personality but also adds a vibrant and whimsical touch to my wardrobe, making Dangerfield a constant source of sartorial joy and self-expression.

Diptique has woven itself into the fabric of my daily life, earning my enduring love for its unparalleled commitment to craftsmanship and olfactory artistry. Each fragrance encapsulates a journey, a memory, or a moment in time, transforming the mundane into an exquisite sensory experience. The brand's dedication to using the finest raw materials results in scents that are not just perfumes but evocative stories told through carefully curated notes. The aesthetic allure of Diptique's minimalistic yet elegant packaging adds to the overall sensory indulgence, creating a ritualistic pleasure with each use. In embracing Diptique, I find myself not merely wearing a fragrance but adorning my world with an aromatic symphony that elevates the ordinary into the extraordinary. I popped my Diptique cherry with their fragrance Do Son and it's been my favorite ever since.

Doc Martens has become an indispensable part of my footwear collection, with the Jadon Quad boots, the Sinclairs, and the classic platform Chelsea boot standing out as iconic expressions of both style and resilience. The Jadon Quad boots, with their chunky sole and bold silhouette, exude a rebellious spirit that instantly elevates any outfit. The Sinclairs, with their distinctive design and rugged yet refined aesthetic, embody a perfect fusion of edginess and sophistication. And when it comes to everyday versatility, the classic platform Chelsea boot effortlessly combines comfort with timeless style. Doc Martens, with its legendary durability and unmistakable aesthetic, goes beyond being footwear – it becomes a symbol of self-expression, comfort, and an enduring commitment to defying the ordinary. Each pair tells a story, grounding me in a sense of empowerment and authenticity with every step.

Killstar captivates me with its dark, alternative allure that seamlessly blends gothic aesthetics with contemporary fashion. The brand transcends traditional boundaries, offering a haven for those who embrace a rebellious and individualistic style. From occult-inspired graphics to intricate detailing, Killstar's designs are a bold celebration of the unconventional. The clothing not only resonates with my love for the macabre but also stands as a powerful statement of self-expression. Beyond the striking apparel, Killstar fosters a community of like-minded individuals, creating a sense of belonging for those who revel in the shadows. The brand's commitment to quality and craftsmanship ensures that each piece is not just clothing but a wearable piece of art that embodies the darker facets of personal style. In loving Killstar, I embrace a fashion philosophy that challenges norms and embraces the beauty in embracing the unconventional.

Rick Owens holds a unique place in my heart for his avant-garde approach to fashion, seamlessly fusing dark glamour with architectural precision. His designs transcend mere clothing, representing a form of wearable art that challenges conventional aesthetics. The distinctively draped silhouettes and monochromatic palette evoke a sense of otherworldly elegance, making each piece a statement of individuality and rebellion. Owens' commitment to pushing boundaries and defying norms resonates with my desire for fashion that goes beyond the ordinary. It's not just about garments; it's about embracing a transformative experience, where clothing becomes a means of self-expression and empowerment. Rick Owens' visionary creations invite me to step into a realm of fashion that transcends trends, urging me to embrace my unique style journey with confidence and audacity.

Prada has secured my admiration through its unparalleled blend of innovation, sophistication, and timeless elegance. The brand's avant-garde spirit continually reinvents fashion, making every Prada piece a coveted expression of contemporary luxury. From iconic handbags to runway-ready apparel, Prada's designs are a masterclass in marrying classic elements with cutting-edge aesthetics. The meticulous attention to detail, premium craftsmanship, and dedication to quality ensure that each Prada creation is not just an accessory but a symbol of refined taste. Beyond trends, Prada embodies a refined and confident style that resonates with my appreciation for fashion as an art form. In loving Prada, I find a connection to a legacy of style that transcends fleeting trends, making each piece a lasting testament to the brand's enduring influence on the world of high fashion.

Tokyo Milk has become my olfactory haven, enchanting me with its captivating scents and exquisite packaging that transport me to a world of whimsy and mystery. Each fragrance is a carefully crafted narrative, a poetic blend of notes that evoke emotions and memories. The brand's commitment to quality and artistry is evident not only in the enchanting perfumes but also in the meticulously designed, aesthetically pleasing bottles. Tokyo Milk's ability to create fragrances that are both evocative and unique sets it apart, offering a sensorial experience that goes beyond the ordinary. In embracing Tokyo Milk, I not only adorn myself with alluring scents but also invite a touch of the extraordinary into my daily routine, where every spritz becomes a moment of indulgence and escapism.

[more-than-a-princess]

For someone with an entire cabinet of bath products and then some, Sonia's face still brightened at the prospect of a bath bomb, much less candles and soothing music. After all, she hardly was allowed to use the popular fizzy bathtime treats: the Royal Family's dermatologist did not trust such 'ghastly dyed products' for long term use on their skin, limiting Sonia to bath salts, soaps, and other perfumed or unscented products from the likes of Diptique and Buly 1803, to supplement her already rigorous skincare routine. And while both companies made beautiful candles, elegant perfumes, and soaps that never dried out her hands, Sonia dreamed of shopping for bath products somewhere without a complicated votive candle display or dark wood furnishings that hadn't changed in over a century and a half, save for the attached upscale cafe (in France, it was a must. In Japan, it was a must to copy anything and everything Parisian chic. The well-moneyed members of Japanese society had an obsession for everything upscale European).

"Those bath bombs look like great fun," She replied, giving a nod of approval. "For all the products I've got at home, those have never been allowed due to fear of damaging my skin or hair. Aren't there ones shaped like various objects, or characters, or part of limited edition productions? Those seem like they'd be very hip!" Something Sonia was not, by no small undertaking of a litany of royal staff members and those employed to handle public relations for the Royal Family. Elegant, thoughtful, intelligent, and timeless, yes. But hip and trendy? Absolutely not. No Princess of Novoselic would ever be caught being labeled such things: according to her parents, such things were beneath her. Thus, Sonia relied on friends like Eira, smart and sharp and nice, to stay abreast of the actual trends. Bath bombs included.

And challenges, for that matter. Eira, Sonia thought, was someone who wanted to push her abilities as far as they would go. Whether it was her idol career or winter sports, the latter now bringing some enthusiasm on Eira's end. Sonia smiled: she'd had to try a few options, but she was satisfied once she'd uncovered something that brought her friend joy. Something outside of work and planning for her future, that is: Sonia was often fixated on the same, even if she didn't let on that it was her constant preoccupation.

"If I didn't have designated holidays, I doubt I'd have much time for visiting the chalet either, much less other trips," Sonia admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. "Even if many of my holidays are supposed to be spent with family, I find ways to obtain time for myself and with friends. On occasion it must be at a private resort on an island somewhere, just so private jets and helicopters can't land there, but it works, for a bit of quiet and relaxation."

Pausing, she tipped the rest of the contents in her glass into her mouth. Champagne now finished, she grinned, nodding to the server to bring them the bill. "How about this: we'll plan a getaway together to enjoy the wintry activities Novoselic has to offer, and you can bring some of your favorite bath bombs for me to try! There are a few sunken tubs at the chalet, not including the outdoor hot tub. Though I'd recommend not putting bubble bath, bath salts, or anything else similar in there. One of my cousins on my mother's side tried that and she's been banned from using the royal chalet ever since."

Considering the hot pink-tinted water had, in turn, tinted the wooden deck the hot tub was installed in: the entire balcony had to be ripped out and partially replaced with stones in order to keep dyes from staining the furnishings. It was part of the reason why her mother loathed bath bombs and other trendy bath supplies without proven dermatological effects, or a longstanding heritage brand. Sonia nodded her thanks at the server who had materialized with the bill, placing down several crisp paper yen bills of her own. "I hope it's all right, but I've got our tab this time," She told Eira once the server had disappeared. She wasn't in need of change, and she had been the one to invite Eira out in the first place. "This spot was a good idea for a meeting place, Eira-san. We should come back sometime soon! It's prettier than hiding away in some dark wood-paneled bar below."

“Typically? Whatever bath bomb or otherwise I have on hand. Right now? Anything will do -I am not about to be picky.” Eira admits with a semblance of a smile however born from prior exasperation the expression was. She’s learned to wear the proper masks in her line of work but it’s yet another facet of life that hasn’t come quite naturally to the girl. All the more reason she wanted to burn it all away in a steaming hot bath of water. Slip into a nap for an hour or until the water dares to get colder than she can tolerate. A fate she didn’t have to concern herself with at the estate or at resorts, but she did have to keep in mind when she was at her quarters in Tokyo.

“Maybe I’ll find a candle to light and stare at. Put on some music. It won’t take much and there’s just a small bit of desperation I’m working with here. One thing I will need to remember is set an alarm.” Prune jokes aside, the last thing she would want is to fall asleep or otherwise and catch a cold. It would be difficult to keep affairs in order, keep up appearances, and move onwards towards that future she was seeking if she was sick after all. Or drunk. Or distracted. Or—

A glance around her at the rest of the rooftop. They were mostly left alone. And yet in some ways she still felt eyes on her. Unseen ones from outside the purview of her vision. Chatter online. Comments under videos. Gossip after concerts. In the early days of her career this had been so easy to navigate. Filter through. It only felt harder now, and Eira felt older beyond her years at times. Sonia meanwhile … again. Just beginning.

There was a lot more she could learn from the princess. Like now! And their shared enjoyment of other winter sports! Perhaps surprise came from her lack of grace on the ice rink, but never mind any of that now. Eira is much more willing to smile now, pushing herself up from the railing and beaming. There’s the instinct to brag a little bit about some of the accomplishments she’d had as a child, but best not push it. Not to mention this wasn’t a Japanese friend but a European versed in winter enjoyment.

“Ah! Is that so? I can respect the skill and patience needed behind the sport of golf, but I’d much rather work up a sweat in the brisk mountain air. It’s one of the many things I wish I had more time to enjoy but I just… can get so busy. When I’m visiting home I try to get even an afternoon for it but even that can be difficult. Not to mention left wanting for more…” Her voice trails off, a hum. She casts a drink sidelong at the champagne that Sonia was drinking. Lip is bit in consideration, but a renewed flash of expression breaks her away from the brief temptation.

“I need more than just a taste. Once I get into it. I quite like the idea of seeing what slopes your home has to offer, Sonia. Perhaps after we’re finished with the studio work we’re in the middle of I can ask for an extended weekend to do just that. With you, preferably. But I’m sure I can find a way to enjoy myself even if it’s just myself and a few of my other friends.”