I am a little late with the delivery, but here is your holiday card from Chanel.
Like nighttime and strawberry jam
We wanted to keep this jasmine because it has a particular smell. What is special about this jasmine is that it has a slight green tea smell and a sweetness -- a molecule that is also found in strawberries.
It doesn't smell like flowers in fact, rather a sensual potion. Like nighttime and strawberry jam.
— Perfumer Christopher Sheldrake on the jasmine grown for Chanel by the Mul family in Grasse. Read more at In Essence, at Ireland's Independent.
A sort of minimal art
As a bit of a unicorn chaser, some beauty: designer and book maker Irma Boom shows off the book — all embossed images and text, no ink — she made for Chanel No. 5 and the No. 5 Culture Chanel exhibition.
You can read more about the book at Wired. It will go on sale at Amazon next year.
Chanel: Jacques Polge to retire, will be succeeded by Olivier Polge

Jacques Polge, house perfumer at Chanel since 1978, will be retiring at some unspecified date. Chanel has announced that he will be replaced by his son, perfumer Olivier Polge, who has been at International Flavors & Fragrances since 1998…
Top 10 Summer Fragrances 2013

Having appropriated most American technologies, cultural tics and lifestyle choices, Canadians feel we know a lot about our neighbors (neighbours!1) to the south and we tend to be quite sensitive about a perceived lack of knowledge on the other end. Canadian comedian Rick Mercer, a national hero of sorts, came to prominence with a series of television clips called Talking to Americans, where he poked gentle fun at this relationship by interviewing ordinary Americans on the street — in addition to people like George W. Bush2, David Hasselhoff and a Harvard Professor of International Relations — and getting them to do silly things on camera: to congratulate Canucks on converting to a 24-hour clock (from a 20-hour one)3, to sign a petition trying to stop the planned polar bear slaughters in Toronto, or to sing along with a completely fabricated Canadian national anthem. Once, I had an encounter in Buffalo, NY that felt like a Mercer moment: I struck up a conversation with the gentleman beside me at the mall, who turned out to believe that Canadians did not experience summer. “But I live an hour or so away from here,” I kept explaining to him. “We have summer! We have the same climate as you do!” I could not convince him…