* Sunglasses because when I wear them I feel invisible. It’s not movie-star hiding-in-plain-sight. It’s “If they can’t see my eyes, I’m a camera.” And red because it’s the antidote to my standard black.
* Uncap Hendricks Gin, and there’s a hint of herbs, sun-braised fields, cucumbers and what I think it might smell like to ride through the Polish countryside on a farm cart at dusk in the summer of 1935. In fact, “Encounter” by Czelaw Milosz is a poem in a glass…sad, nostalgic, full of longing for a lost beauty.
* Virgin of Guadalupe candles. I would love to believe, but I just don’t. But the wanting keeps me lighting her candles just in case.
* Hula glasses. I never wanted to go to Hawaii. Thought it was touristy, gimmicky, Don Ho-ish. And it is. But it’s also the smell of flowers that floor you when you get off the plane from the shrink-wrapped mainland. It’s hiking through bamboo forests. It’s the vistas of the Pacific that make your soul sough in and out with the waves. I can’t wait to return someday.






hmmm
sunglasses: checked
Hendricks: checked (favorite here)
Virgen de Guadalupe: as a lapsed Catholic I respect her as Catholic version of the Universal Mother, in whichever form she wants to appear. Beside she is one of the few darker skin madonnas. Very PC
Hawaii: lived there, my son was born there, it was lovely in the 60s. Still love it even tho… BTW Don Ho and I shared the same birthday and we used to celebrate together when he was alive and I was living there. With his entire very large family who were to a person the kindest people you ever wanted to meet.
more personal favorites:
Portland love: Hendricks,St. Germain, ice. Shake and serve in a Martini glass with a twist.
Or Parfait Amour:
Hendricks, a couple of drops of violet liqueur, lots of ice, shake and serve in a Martini glass with a candied violet, à votre santé.
I,too, wear my sunglases for the sake of being anonymous. It is a wonderful feeling. I often wear them in shops. It is the holding off of the everyday person- not letting them peer into your eyes, not letting them in.
Cheryl in IN
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Parfait Amour sounds wonderful!
Anytime. I mean it. Oregon is a wonderful place to enjoy Martinis, hint, hint…