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Showing posts with label General. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Smoke Alarm - Etat Libre d'Orange's Jasmin et Cigarette

I'm flabbergasted. Another fragrance with tobacco notes. Worse yet, "cigarette" is a part of the name. This month, a new French line of perfumes, Etat Libre d'Orange, introduced Jasmin et Cigarette. The description of this perfume on the website reads:

"It is the era of Harcourt Studios when Greta Garbo and Marlene Dietrich magnetized men with a Hollywood look in the eye, smoking a cigarette in a smoky black and white ambience. Jasmin et Cigarette is also the slightly jasminy smell of a women's skin when she exposes her freshness to the dark seduction of night. A hazy atmosphere. The reminder of a fantasy, of an indelible trail she leaves on a dress at the break of day or in the intimate memory of the man who made love to her. It is elegance seen by Gainesbourg, the woman from the 80s who smokes Gitane cigarettes and wears jeans and who, with astounding naturalness, claims her sensuality as a right. Transparency in sophistication, just a trace of jasmine mingled to the so far neglected smell of a cigarette. Jasmin et Cigarette is the twilight zone, the banned, addiction. Nicotine woman or heroine, she is an icon, the woman one longs for."

If suffering from lung cancer wearing 80s jeans and a Gitane hanging out of the corner of your mouth seems like a bright idea, power to it. If nicotine also helps you claim your sensuality, all the more power. Clearly, the world of Jasmin et Cigarette IS the twilight zone, one where feminity is somehow tied to a frankly disgusting and dangerous habit.

I don't know if it's a coincidence that both this and Fresh's Tobacco Caramel were launched (or relaunced in Fresh's case) during the same month, but something doesn't smell right. I earlier addressed the Fresh issue as well - read here.

I'm pursuing graduate studies in Public Health and so this is the expected response from someone like me. But one need not be immersed in PH issues to feel this way. More people should be troubled by the power of marketing/advertising and their implications for tobacco control, smoking cessation, and prevention of diseases and conditions associated with tobacco use. The more eco-conscious are careful about selecting natural products and support companies that don't use animal-testing. This is as, if not more, important, and people should be concerned. Particularly young people targeted by this kind of nonsense. Do you long to be like Greta Garbo and snag a man with your coffee and cigarette breath? I didn't think so.

I think a letter to both companies is in order. If you agree, let me know. I'll feel less like - one of those letter-writing people. Maybe we can get them to rename the perfume - how do "Toxic Rose" or "Carcinogenic Bloom" sound?

Friday, September 26, 2008

I Do Have A Job

And before you begin to think I don't have one, let me just clarify that the last few posts today were transferred from my other blog, My Life's At a Standstill So I'm Evolving For Sport. These ramblings didn't really have a place there anymore, so I've brought them over here. These include: Chai Time; Goodbye, Warrick; Mindy Kaling; The Johar Jr. Chronicles; Elettaria; I Heart NY & Bus Driver Wisdom; Medium's Maria Lark and Characters I,.

Enjoy!

Anywhere But Palinasilla

This is so disturbing to me that I actually have no comment of real substance. I feel like I'm 5 and my younger sister has na-nanny poo-poo'ed me and I want to claw her eyes out on the spot but also silently plot sweet revenge. All while letting some profound rage simmer and struggle to express itself.

Except this is no childish matter. I nearly cried after reading about another She-Who-Shall-Not-Named disaster up in Wasilla. I know the economy just died and no one knows what is going to happen, and I'm very sorry about that. But personally, my body, what happens to it, and how others choose to control/disrespect it are far more important to me. For once I am utterly speechless out of sadness and anger. All I will say is that if McCain-Palin win this thing, I'm *seriously* moving to Canada. Or India. Anywhere but Palinasilla.

Wasilla Watch - Sarah Palin and the Rape Kits

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Mt. Vesuvius Erupted

Wouldn't you know - I ended up back near Tom's yesterday. After a beautiful evening of sitar and tabla music at the Metropolitan Museum of Art (oh yeah, and wine and chicken and yummy risotto), my sister and I found our way to another Columbia favorite - Pertutti's. Only Pertutti's no longer exists. In its place is Campo. And it doesn't even have eggplant or chicken parm on the menu. What a disgrace.

Another disgrace? The lack of dessert options. During my time there, Pertutti's wasn't all that popular for its Italian food. The dessert, however, was truly divine. Especially the Mt. Vesuvius - cake? pie? mouse? mountain of goodness? Vesuvius was this amazing structure of chocolate upon chocolate, cake upon the chocolate, cheesecake upon the cake upon the chocolate, and even more chocolate to top everything off. It has erupted and is gone.

Let's hope this doesn't happen to Tom's, V&T's, or any other Columbia institution. The Hungarian Pastry shop is still also still there. In addition to Tom's, I may have to start frequenting the Hungarian as well.

I forget how students can afford pastries and coffee everyday while they study. Somebody remind me...

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