IF YOU JIMMY CHOOSE Jimmy Choo Pens Signature Scent Deal

The Beau and I spent Sunday evening in bed, nearly comatose from the effects of an indulgent dinner of creamy pastas and two bottles of champagne.

He was wrapped up in the newspaper so I won control of the remote, a reality he quickly regretted as my fingers skipped across a channel airing the Sex & The City movie. As my favorite foursome discussed shopping and shmucks over brunch, Beau scoffed at their conversation. “How ridiculous!”

“It’s not ridiculous,” I retorted. “It’s the way it is!” To give weight to my claim I had to remind him of an episode we’d seen together—- rather, an episode I’d forced him to watch with me, following a real life incident that mirrored when Mr. Big outrageously introduces Carrie to his mother as his “friend.”

A few years back while at a restaurant opening in London, I reminded him, the Beau actually introduced me to a colleague as his “friend” as well. I’d had to stop drinking immediately in order to keep myself composed through dinner, but exploded in the taxi afterwards, as soon as the doors were shut. Friend! After a year sharing the same bed, two vacations abroad and countless weekends shacked up in our (our!!) chic villa in the mountains.

Needless to say, he never referred to me that way again. And instead of arguing now, kissed my head and turned his concentration back to the newspaper, while I concentrated on the great pair of grainy leather criss-cross Jimmy Choo pumps Sarah Jessica Parker was sporting out for lunch with Charlotte. They were strong, confident stilettos; I could almost smell the musky Lovely scent off her, a perfect accessory for this outfit.

“Don’t you like this guy?” The Beau asked, breaking me from my fashion reverie, pointing to a small article in the corner of page six. Well, speak of the devil. It appears Jimmy Choo has just penned a 12-year global fragrance development and distribution deal to add a signature scent to his product line. I sighed and closed my eyes, imagining how this olfactory equivalent of a sharp pair of stilettos would play out; I nuzzled into the crook of my beau’s arm, grateful for how well he knew me (and my favorite designers). We had come a long way since that dinner in London.

And then I’m not sure whether it was the dinner, the drinks, the comfort of my beau or the news of Choo, but I had the best sleep of my life.

By Kiki D
Published October 12th, 2009 17:01

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