For Peter and my wedding anniversary, Alexandra and Brooke gave me several D Porthault of Paris candles—“a springtime medley of lily-of-the-valley, rose, jasmine and white musk.” Some private ecstasies are beyond words and are a divinely inspired mystery that cannot be proven scientifically. We know when a scent tickles our funny bone. The bar of scented soap I enjoy using when I shower, as well as the liquid soap I wash my hands with, is shamelessly all about my rapturous intimate moments, adding a touch of nostalgia and romance to one of my cleanliness habits.
Honey almond soap has this ability to cause wonder, stimulating my scent organ and awakening sensual memories of Peter. Decades ago, we discovered a sensual passion for a line of honey almond aromatic creams and soaps at Bloomingdale’s in New York City. We became addicted. Recently I was at my friend Charlotte’s lovely flower shop in New London, Thames River Greenery, and stocked up on several different soap products. The brand is Michel Design Works; the soap is shea butter, made in England. I have no idea what will whet your whistle, but if you call Greg on the telephone, you are in for a real treat. Dial 860-443-6817 and press 1, and if it is not Greg who answers, ask for him. He’ll tell you all the soaps he has now and what scents are on order. Charlotte told me he’ll charge them to a credit card and send whatever you want to your home. I’m sure you can get Michel Design Works on Amazon, but if you do, you’re missing the point. Charlotte and her tightly knit team give generously to their community as well as world relief. By calling Greg, you are helping a small, independent flower shop thrive. How great is that? There’s no end to the simple pleasures available to us. As you know, one of dear Peter’s maxims is, “When you find something you like, stock up.”
I’m shedding sentimental material possessions I no longer need or use in my streamlined lifestyle. Adding sensuality and aesthetics to the necessities of our basic hygiene is an authentic way to bring the happiest memories of our younger, carefree days into the present, intensely intimate moments we all experience. We are what we do all day. By making the ordinary memorable, I’m all in for sensual soaps. If I sound ebullient, I am. Just you wait, and you, too, might share my zestful enthusiasm!