I realized this morning the fragrance memory that J.M. Fraser evokes: the tapioca pudding a neighbor made when I was a child. For me, that’s a very fine fragrance — and certainly the lather itself and the job that it does are first-rate.
Three passes with the Baby Smooth and then a small dollop — dillop? dollopette? — of D.R. Harris After Shaving Milk, and I’m ready for a day of packing. The move is the day after tomorrow, and my consolation is that by next Saturday all this will be over.