Fauxhawk: OK, so the flower idea didn't work out.
Fauxhawk: But what if I got you something you'd like SO MUCH better?
P: Better than flowers?
P: You mean like a baby animal?! Like a baby sloth?!
Fauxhawk: We'll see.
Several hours later, before we ate too much at the indoor picnic Fauxhawk prepared and conked out on the couch at 9pm, he did the big reveal.
It wasn't flowers.
It wasn't a baby hamster wearing legwarmers.
It was, quite literally, the scent of our honeymoon.
Through a series of emails with a nice man in Positano, Fauxhawk tracked down the one store in New York that sells the gorgeous bath and body products developed by Le Sirenuse, the hotel where we spent our honeymoon. Just sniffing the fabulous packaging brought me back to a place so heartbreakingly beautiful that I cried when our car pulled away.
Which reminds me - I never told you about our honeymoon, did I?
P.S. Yes, that's a chair covered in muscles with an upside-down lampshade screwed to the wall. Some people have unusual ways of expressing their creative urges. You can direct all questions to Fauxhawk.