Soul of the Rose: JW Waterhouse
First thing patrons tasted entering the saporous atmosphere was Lariani – owner and seasoned chef of the Fizzy Umami. She was just so saftig – cascade of gingery hair fell past her tangy hips.
She wove a sprig of the herb of the day into her piquant mane. Vases of the same herb graced tables around the restaurant and lounge. For a small donation to one of her favourite charities, the patron had a bouquet of the herb with recipe and lore.
Her honeyed voice, delicate one second, acerb the next, was another accent to the aroma and ambience of her dream space. As she savored the enjoyment of her patrons, you might notice some of her unique features. One eye was a deep, unfathomable onyx, her other a simmering amethyst that missed nothing. With tasteful make-up artistry, she created smoky pits of longing thorough sweeps of browns, blacks, and silver. A blackout cake of eye candy.
Another quirk, other’s called it an eerie obsession: to devour whole shoe stores and websites to find high heeled boots to match her buttery leather wardrobe of skin-tight pants, skirts and flared rustlers and duster coats. Tonight, it was a creamy blouse with those delicious leather pants.
Only I know why her final 2 fashion accessories are a small, ancient crucifix and a clove of garlic in the pouch of an intricate low slung necklace of sacred grasses and small totems.
I also know she never takes them off.
This fluffy, lightly iced, chiffon was baked up for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle Special addition: Taste. Yves has presented a table of truly gourmet words, a feast for the senses and a delicious challenge for the participant. Thanks Yves. Bon appetite.
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