Monthly Archives: June 2013

Just got the first school pictures of Sebastian. I am so proud of the little man with his mega smile! Brightens up my day 🙂

Sebastian first school picture

I’m a self-confessed perfume connoisseur. It all started with being on the trail of a list of exclusive so called Dark Side Perfumes. My first acquisition was, au contraire, not Robert Piguet’s Fracas – but Mitsouko and L’Heure Bleu by Guerlain. But we shall come to those later. Nevertheless let’s explore those perfumes that makes a woman and undo her nemesis. Thus let’s start with Fracas…

Exuberant, seductive and blooming Fracas has becoming a classic with a small albeit loyal number of followers. The Fracas perfume was first brought up in the market in 1948 by Robert Piguet who set the mark on fashion fragrances with its dualistic complex yet simple perfumes, iconising the post-way Parisienne. Fracas is an alluring and extremely feminine scent, and has not unsurprisingly captured the heart of many (wo)men.

Fracas’ composition is pure yet provocative. When unlocked, you can sense the fragrance of freshly sweet note of orange blossom, peach, green leaves, hyacinth, and mandarin orange. Fracas’ middle notes is the hubbub and pandemonium of tuberose, osmanthus, carnation, jasmine, violet root, white iris, rose, rose geranium, gardenia, lily of the valley and narcissus, whilst the base notes consist of sandal wood, amber, vetiver, musk, cedar and oakmoss.

Anecdotes come mostly from spectators: “I smelt it first on an ex-girlfriend of my husband. She was extremely rich, extremely spoilt and extremely neurotic. I disliked everything about her except her perfume, which I was mad for. Much later, I discovered it was Fracas,”

Alluring and fascinating Fracas is adored by many celebrities having ranked it their favourite. Madonna love it for its intensive notes of tuberose and gardenia. Kim Basinger, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Morgan Fairchild, Courtney Love and Martha Stewart find it genuine, sensual and the epitome of femininity. And of course it was the ultimate favourite of Marlene Dietrich.

Fracas is still available online, as well as in well stocked (often old traditional) perfume shops.



I feel a flu approaching. It’s been lingering for a few days and I’ve been fighting it with vitamins and a long-lost heat pillow that I just found. But to no avail. This morning I could barely get out of bed, my heads and limbs burning to the touch. I still have the final bug testing to be done this week, so I will try to make the best of the day, sitting here propped up in bed. Fortunately another bit of positive news came in. Our navy bags which each purchase will come with (great for the beach or use as an extended beauty bag when traveling) is in. It’s still a bit wrinkled up so photo is not optimal but I’m happy with the result. It looks tremendously cute!


fracasnoir bag

“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

boston station

As some of my older readers know, I do love to write. But seldom do I get the chance to really write. There is always something, somebody…well anything really (just now receiving a call). So the times I have got at my disposal to write the really juicy, fun & witty stories that naturally get accumulated in a gals life, are close to nil. However, finding myself in a (still tight) spot where I am waiting for some info and don’t want to start something new, I will share with you one…

This happened to me about 9 months ago. I was invited to a pre-screening of the latest Bond Movie. Great I thought. A good opportunity to give it my best Bond-girl impersonation. It worked. I was soon chatting to bankers and hedge fund managers. If my name was Samantha (in SATC – what else?) I would have had a field day, not to mention a rather interesting night ;). Someone came up and hailed my Husband as Mr. Bond. I looked at him, and he soon recognized my presence.

“And you are…?” he asked tilting his head slightly.

“Miss Moneypenny….And you must be Q” I exclaimed.

He seemed rather amused by this comparison. Especially since he was some sort of celebrity I should know the name of, but as I am:

A) not Dutch

B) doesn’t watch television

C) suffers from prosopagnosia

and D) can’t remember a name if my life depended on it, I had no clue who I was talking to.

When I got the situation under control, and the identity straight, I realised I had had some dealings per email in the past with Q regarding business mentoring (I know, sounds dubious already ;). In any case, I took him up on it, and we finally set that date for a lunch meeting. He proposed a rather exclusive location in Amsterdam, which I remember I had to turn down another meeting for in order to attend. There I was, waiting…calling, sms’ing and eventually sending an email. Q never turned up.

The whole experience set me back close to a 100 euros (I ordered oysters and knocked down a couple of glasses of Champagne to keep myself occupied), and eventually I received a reply with an apology and proposal to make a new appointment.

The only thing is that there was not to be a new appointment. Instead I got a rather cryptic email on Facebook a few weeks later, from someone that turned out to be his wife. She asked a number of personal questions, which I thought was rather curious. Then she befriended me (to check me out I later discovered). She never blatantly asked if I had an affair with her husband, just beating around the bush so to speak. Within an hour she had de-friended me again, and I couldn’t help but wondering what was going on within their four walls at that very moment. I could see a very angry wife, hacked email accounts and laundry that had been scrutinized in great detail.

It would have stopped there if it wasn’t for one last email from Q himself. It read:

“I’ve thought about our recent email exchange and I don’t feel comfortable with it.

 To be bold as well; I’m very happy with my wife and intend to keep it that way. 

Therefore I’d like to cancel our dinner appointment and wish you all the best with another mentor.

Thanks for your understanding

[signed with his real name]”

I quickly regained my composure. What uncomfortable email exchange? Happy with his wife – I already took that for granted. Understand??? Let’s just say I was more perplexed than ever… Now did I say, I’m still looking for a business mentor 🙂

Reinout and Susanne at skyfall screening

Skyfall Screening with my Hubby

I’m having another working-in-bed day. There are so many nitty gritty stuff to be taken cared of before launch, and I’m working through the seemingly never-ending action list. But hopefully we are good to go by end of the week. This is of course 3 weeks later than expected – but better late than never 🙂  As it’s a Capsule Classic Collection – it is not tied to any season and thus a mid season launch should hopefully not be an issue. Well we won’t disclose too much but here is another ensemble from our Collection.

FracasNoir Classic Collection

Kiss Me – 3/4 Jacket


Narcissistic Supply – Black Pencil Skirt

Sunday morning, my husband is playing games, Sebastian is playing with Victoria and I’m listening to classical music to block out the gaming sound. I’m very old fashioned – games on a Sunday morning is not how I like to be woken up. I love my Sunday mornings to be quiet, or with soft classical music in the background, reading the news online. Writing a blog post without disturbance (that rarely happens, and thus often impacts quality). Everything in this house is fast, fast, fast. It’s like living with a dozen Speedy Gonzales. There is always noise, screams and calamities waiting around the corner. I shall give you an example.

Yesterday our dog Cecile decided to jump on the breakfast tray, spilling not only coffee on my laptop and crashing my keyboard (yes I’ve even tried blow-drying it without much luck), crashing the French coffee press, a couple of glasses and a plate. The whole wall was covered in coffee. I first put the computer away, wiping it down with some tissue, the chased the poor dog naked down the stairs until I got hold of her (I had just got out of the shower). I’m pretty calm in these situations, well a rehearsed calmness perhaps. But the volcano erupted and the Dog was sent to the dog house. Basta. The glass was everywhere, mixed with sticky sugar and sobbingly I went on with the task of mopping it up.

Exhausted afterwards I ended up spending the best of the afternoon on the couch with my dog on the lap trying to make up for my brutish behaviour.

As for today, it’s another lazy Sunday. After all it’s terrible weather and who wants to venture out?

dying laptop

Interim solution with separate keyboard – at least it works!

I long for a good holiday. Somewhere I can lay down in the sun and just let the warmth caress me. I yearn for peace, for abundance of love, for safety. Some places have always given me that feeling….there is Juan-les-Pins, Malta, Gozo, there is Nepal, which will always hold a special place in my heart. I want to set out on the path of the pilgrim, walk with bare feet on gravel, mud and dirt. And if I don’t walk, I want to feel the wind in my hair on the back of a scooter, caressing the the waist of the driver. Or on a rooftop of a barely drivable bus, climbing the winding roads in the shadows of the great Annapurna. I want to trail and trace the myths and legends that have absorbed me since I was a child, spanning from New Orleans, Mexico and Barbados to Bélmez, Petra and Axum. Then there is Isfahan and the Great Wall. And lastly I once more have to see the Taj Mahal and relive her magnificent beauty and intoxicating splendor. I search for those places, to touch every fiber of me with their fragrant breath. I search for YOU.

Taj Mahal

Cloaked in legend and mystery – and oh so wonderful