Sugar and Spice....

and Everything Nice....

Well, Mother Goose was pretty charitable attributing all those good things to little girls, wasn't she, when all the boys got were snips and snails and puppy dog tails?   When I was thinking about Scentsy's new Everything Nice scent, I couldn't help but google the poem to remind myself how it all goes, and I found out something pretty amazing, but more about that later.

Everything Nice

Sugar and spice and everything nice: deep caramel and swirls of butter with roasted pumpkin and glazed pecans.

When I first melted Everything nice, it reminded me of something I couldn't quite place my finger on.  At first, I thought maybe it was that sweet potato marshmallow casserole my sister-in-law brought to our Thanksgiving dinners.  You know the one.  But that wasn't quite right.  Finally, it dawned on me that it smelled just like the sweet potato pie that my adorable daughter got from her equally adorable mother-in-law.  Just like it.  I'm pretty fork-shy of sweet potatoes (they're sweet.  I find that weird), and sweet potato casserole is about the only way I can eat them.  It's the quintessential southern-style pie--lots of butter, brown sugar, spice, sweet potatoes (of course) and if it were up to me, gobs of pecans.

That's what Everything Nice smells like.  It's not bad for a sweet scent.  But you know me.  I wouldn't voluntarily melt a sweet scent if I had something else on hand.  But, if you like the scent of oodles of brown sugar floating in melted butter, with a hint of pumpkin and pecan, then this will be your winner.  For me, it is an acceptable sweet one (meaning it doesn't send me gagging like Caramel Pear Crisp), and the throw and last are outstanding.  It is still going strong in my warmers; I started it yesterday morning and I keep my warmers on all the time, even at night.  All in all, I give it a 5 for scent (that sweet thing), and a 10 for throw and last.

Next review?  Orange Amber

Mother Goose

Now, back to the Mother Goose thing.  Mother Goose was the backbone of my early childhood, and I very vividly recall the big Mother Goose book of rhymes we had at home right down to the illustrations.  But, when I googled the poem with What are Little Girls Made of, I was blown away.   I had no idea that there was a long version of the poem!  The original version is attributed to a 19th century poet, Robert Southey, however, it is believed that unknown authors extended it over the years until it became this somewhat ballad-like version.  It goes like this:

  What are little babies made of, made of? 

          What are little babies made of?
             Diapers and crumbs and sucking their thumbs;
          That's what little babies are made of.

          What are little boys made of, made of?                                      
          What are little boys made of?
             Snips and snails and puppy-dog tails;
          That's what little boys are made of.     

                                         

          What are little girls made of, made of?
          What are little girls made of?
             Sugar and spice and everything nice;
          That's what little girls are made of.

          What are young men made of, made of?
          What are young men made of?
             Sighs and leers and crocodile tears;
          That's what young men are made of.

          What are young women made of, made of?                                
          What are young women made of?
             Rings and jings and other fine things;                                        
          That's what young women are made of.  

                                     

          What are our sailors made of, made of?
          What are our sailors made of?
             Pitch and tar, pig-tail and scar;
          That's what our sailors are made of.

          What are our soldiers made of, made of?
          What are our soldiers made of?
             Pipeclay and drill, the foeman to kill;
          That's what our soldiers are made of.

          What are our nurses made of, made of?
          What are our nurses made of?
             Bushes and thorns and old cow's horns;
          That's what our nurses are made of.

          What are our fathers made of, made of?
          What are our fathers made of?
             Pipes and smoke and collars choke;
          That's what our fathers are made of.

          What are our mothers made of, made of?
          What are our mothers made of?
             Ribbons and laces and sweet pretty faces.

         That's what our mothers are made of.

          What are old men made of, made of?
          What are old men men made of?

          Slippers that flop and a bald headed top.

That's what old men are made of. 

          What are old women made of, made of?
          What are old women made of?
             Reels, and jeels, and old spinning wheels;
          That's what old women are made of.

          What are all folks made of, made of?
          What are all folks made of?
             Fighting a spot and loving a lot,
          That's what all folks are made of.