Oak River Township Retail Exclusive Perfume Oil (Discontinued)
THIS USED TO BE A MEMBER'S ONLY DEC SCENT:
Frannie was an Anglophile. She idolized the Beatles. She drove a Mini. She flew the Union Jack out the otherwise-quite-tasteful-and-reserved two-bedroom apartment window. When plied with enough Guiness, she'd even start speaking in a Cockney clip...which sounded slightly like a distressed US-southerner with marbles in her mouth. Nobody corrected her, because it clearly gave her joy.
From one of the many "Cooking of the Isles" cookbooks she owned, Frannie decided this year she'd make a classic....Figgy Pudding.
Things did not, unfortunately, go so well.
Frannie's Figgy was the life of the party, even after it had been doused by the local volunteer fire department's special foam to keep it from burning the rest of the complex to the ground.
Baked figs sprinkled with sharp, honeyed sugar and doused with some kind of alcoholic wine that, apparently, burns just fine. Add in a dribble of fear musk as it begins to flambe', and the incisive bite of neroli for the reddened cheeks and wounded pride.
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