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It's true - the eyes have it.  I had no idea the Voldemort nose made such a splash in 1951 or so.

It's a different world today - in Kardashian-land, this dear lady may have just about the right amount of foundation on, but she's barely started on her eyes.

When I was a wee tot, eye makeup was something not worn by Our Kind of People.  A lady wore a heavy dusting of powder in a hue of only vague relation to her actual skin tone, set off by lipstick in the kind of bright red made famous by Olga over at Sydney's.  For a special night a light, carefully blended dab of that same lipstick brightened the cheeks.  Those few accoutrements were supplemented only by scent.  That meant a discreet crown-shaped bottle of Prince Matchabelli for Aunt Edna; a cobalt flask of Evening in Paris for one Grandmother Muscato (the more economical of the two) and the infinitely cosmopolitan Shalimar for the other; and, for Mother Muscato, a neat, wasp-waisted bottle of Estée Lauder's Youth Dew.

I've - to date - eschewed the Revlon Fire and Ice, but I do find myself sticking year after year with the same cologne.  They're worn far more lightly here back home than out there in the Sandlands and other exotic spots we've lived in, but I still like a touch now and then of Penhaligon's Blenheim Bouquet.

Do you have a signature scent (or, for that matter, a fave-rave lippie)?