All The Lovely Things: Forget Monday- Jazz Clubs, Wine, and Chocolate

Another weekend come and gone, and we’re staring ahead at another week. Fear not, dear friends, let’s think of nicer things instead.

During a quick drop in at Sephora to peruse their perfume section, I was introduced to a new line of perfume. It’s interesting, in a word. The perfumes are almost exact replicas of various scents: Beach Walk, By The Fireplace, At The Barber’s. They were absolutely incredible, the Beach Walk smelled like every summer day you spent at the waves, but I wasn’t quite sold until I smelled Jazz Club. It is the perfect blend of leather, cigars, and spice. Overall, it’s a far cry from my usual preference of floral and citrus notes, but it’s truly that mind blowing. Even now, I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I am intoxicated by it.


Replica, Jazz Club

As the days have gotten darker and colder, I’ve also found myself constantly thinking about chocolate shortbread. Random? Yes. Delicious? Oh hell yes.

Now, normally I would just jump on amazon and purchase whatever my heart desired, but apparently there are not a lot of outlets for this specific craving. I know, sad day. Instead, I think I’ll look forward to making these this upcoming weekend.

Look at these intense, buttery, crumbly bites.


Double Dark Chocolate Shortbread Cookies

And what goes better with chocolate cookies than wine?

Nothing. The answer is nothing.

On a recent trip to Carlsbad for a staycation, I stumbled upon the Witch Creek Winery. Guys. Guys. GUYS. Can I just say that the most incredible friend date ever would be to have a wine tasting trip up in Julian just for the purpose of having their wine on my lips again?

Oh, what?  A little too intense? Oops, sorry.


Witch Creek Winery

I totally stole this picture from their Yelp reviews. My picture was in no way as pretty, mostly because I had already drank most of my glass before I even thought to bring the camera out.

And finally, some easy music with which to start your week. Honestly, it’s the kind of music I imagine on a Friday night, but I’m not yet in the mindset to fully accept that it’s not the weekend still.


Brett Bixby, Fireside