An ode to mascarpone OR "how I learned to just let go and fall in love with Benjamin Moore AF-20"

I found you. I finally found you after all this time. Amidst the disorienting flurry of 140+ white swatches from Benjamin Moore, I found you like an oasis in the desert. After 66 swatches and one entire week of deliberation, you saved me. I owe you everything, but most especially my sanity.

Oh, AF-20 how do I love thee? Let me count the ways!

I love your colloquial name. Mascarpone. Much more favorable than gross OC-85 Mayonnaise. Sure, I get confused with the placement of that pesky 'r' and I undoubtedly mispronounce you every single time I order another gallon but still. You remind me of your namesake cheese and I love cheese. So much. Almost as much as you. Almost.

I love your perfect white color. A flawless white white if such a thing exists. No purple drops like that weird OC-100 Palace White. Not dingy in artificial light like CC-912 Linen White. You are crisp without being stark. You are creamy and warm without a trace of color. Although, when I was painting in the early morning light I thought for sure you were yellow and I admit, you had me scared shitless. But then you tricked me by drying beautifully. Well played, Mascarpone. Well played.

Oh, AF-20, I love you so much I want to have you forever! I want to paint every surface in your beautiful, warm glow! I am a woman obsessed. I would drink poison and pretend to die so that you could drink poison and really die and we would be together forever. Star-crossed lovers, you and I.

Can't wait to see you in another room soon.
Love always,
P.

p.s. let me also take an opportunity to sing the praises of my very dear pet favorite, Benjamin Moore OC-117, Simply White. You don't have any gray like CC-20 Decorator's White. You are absolutely luscious for a clean, bright bathroom. Thanks to you, bathroom reading material is no longer necessary: I can sit and meditate on the beautiful walls instead.