Lotto? Eeeesh. Dunno about how that name is going to sail here in the States. Makes me think of standing in line at a convenience store to buy lottery tickets, which really doesn't speak of glamor to me.

I keep promising myself to make a little pilgrimage to CB's shop in Brooklyn, and this may be the catalyst I need. Having burned my share of maple leaves (I grew up in an old house with 9 giant old maples in the yard), I have to smell this one. The idea of gathering up some leavs to burn in the fireplace appealed to me as well and the suggestion has come at a time whem I am making an effort to remember and write about my childhood and teen years.

There are times when I find CB's work to be too “fresh” and too accurate, the chocolate smells oven baked and not pretty perfume in Brownie, for example. I haven't made the adjustment to perfumes that really do smell like living gardens but I am learning to appreciate them.

Now to plan the train ride to Brooklyn