If you saw last week’s survey about changes to the general catalog, today’s news probably didn’t take you by surprise. But it’s entirely possible your favorite Poesie fragrance was discontinued, so we thought a few words in memoriam were in order.

We don’t think you’ll need too much emotional support because this move is designed to offer you more variety. We’re trimming the general catalog a bit, so we can bring you more selection throughout the year -- some fragrances available seasonally, some which will be available during our annual (yes, we said annual - huzzah!) Reissue event, and some that will be part of an upcoming Very Special Project. Details to come.

We read all of your amazing responses to the survey and -- first of all thank you, you’re the best -- we think you’re going to be big fans of the Very Special Project, along with all the collections we have planned for the year. It’s actually a little concerning how on point some things were. Have you been reading my diary? (Just kidding I’ve always been absolutely hopeless about keeping a diary and the few times I did keep one, going back and reading it made me want to crawl under a blanket and never come out but I digress…)

And now, to honor the departed, a few words from the Bard.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,

And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.

-- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 30