(Hey, everybody – Friday was such a mess on the blog, I’m leaving Lee’s post up for Monday. Enjoy!) Dear All I was intending to write about the new Patricia de Nicolai men’s scent, Patchouli. However, the diminutive store (synecdoche… Continue Reading
I get sent the wax sample updates. I immediately rejected Serge Lutens’ latest Paris only (well, maybe not…) offering, Fourreau Noir, as dreck. A standard, run-of-the-mill masculine with obvious fougere overtones and an overdose of synthetics to suggest freshness and… Continue Reading
When we bought this house over five years ago, there were a number of things to, erm, sort – structural, functional and aesthetic. It hadn’t been loved, and its neglect told in the stained and sagging ceilings, the loose floorboards,… Continue Reading
After reading all your amazing stories here, I’ve reached the realisation that I’m no longer a proper perfume addict. What in some ways might induce melancholia, also brings relief: I no longer worry too much about trying everything, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING,… Continue Reading
We’re having a heatwave here in eastern England. Whilst torrential rain floods the west, we bask in unending sun, humidity and aphids. I’ve swallowed two today – running, so my fault really – and had a close relative – to… Continue Reading
Memories, like the corners of my mind. Misty water-coloured meeeemorrrriiiiiiiies, of the way we were. Ahem. I’ll begin again. The act of remembering is less a willed experience, and more a reminder of the deus ex machina nature of our… Continue Reading
First things first: an apology. It turns out that the vials I though I had in the place I had them in, are not in that place or any other place for that matter. This therefore means that sending out… Continue Reading