Why, we shake our fists and ask the arrogant gods, did L'Artisan discontinue L'Oiellet Sauvage? Wild indeed, this is a pretty flower with a long, long, broken stem. A carnation with prickly steel thorns. Carnation (Oiellet in French) to "them" might mean a boring thing from a Midwestern prom, but to "us", it's Gunpowder And Gelatine, Dynamite With A Laser Beam.
Gloria if you are still in New York City please go to the tiny, Joseph Cornell-box L'Artisan boutique at 48 Thompson and get me one last bottle before you head home to L.A. for Christmas.
I want to ring in the New Year with the flower that the great enemy of boredom, Oscar Wilde, affixed to his buttonhole each day. An old lady flower, sure, for ladies on crutches like the one above by Helmut Newton.
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