The assistant in Aesop sprayed a fragrance on my wrist. Nice, a bit soapy and citrus to start with, but mellowing and becoming less sweet after a minute. She sprayed some on the other wrist. A woody smell with a fruity overlay, again darkening nicely. She then told me the price per bottle. So I said, 'I've got more shopping to do, so I'll walk around and see how these scents develop, then come back.' All of which I did apart from the last bit. £145 to smell a bit woody or a bit soapy seemed ...a bit much. But if someone was getting me a present I would go for the woody one. Three hours on it is still warm and rich.

Knocking out some yard work this morning I put on the last graphic T we had made for the band. It was part of the Will Rogers Highway (AKA Rt 66) 2026 centennial kick off celebration at our favorite local pub: J. Farley’s. One night a few years back as Tim and I were sitting on our bar stools (with our names on the back) I turned around and said “Hey Tim-looks like a Moose wandered in”. He swung around and a giant Moose was sure enough over the stage where we play. One of the owners was at the bar and Tim’s say’s. “Well that deserves a song”. My wife was the motivation for the German Leprechaun line. And Tim as was his custom, took the Ghost Riders tune and made a goofy lyric to fit. I would wager he might have written the only song on earth with the lyrics “Filled with Moose Lust”. Having spent last night with his three sons as they divided up my deceased buddy’s belongings, This shirt was exactly what I needed in this third day of Christmas.