1) Scentaholics are a curious breed. Seemingly feeling things more strongly than the mainstream, their faces show reactions to smells that for most would be hyperbole. For us, the curious few, those faces are normality. 2) Alongside this tendency to… Continue Reading
I’m having a busy week. We have very close friends staying with us, it’s seed planting time, and there’s work. So today I’m recycling on the blog. Climate change and all that. In January, a journalist contacted perfumeposse wanting some… Continue Reading
Okay, I’m dashing in today. Training teachers, writing curriculum material, implementing improvement plans – I have no room left for work folks! I’m all about the smells and the plants, people. Wish my bank would understand. So work it is,… Continue Reading
In As You Like It (one of my favourites, just for the pure gender play frolics of Rosalind as Ganymede), Jacques famously talks of the seven ages of man, in his standard less-than-chirpy terms, the great big sulky drawers. 400… Continue Reading
Summer time? All the time? Even more all the time? Part-time? Closing time? Are you sure it isn’t closing time? Trippy time? Hammer time? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme? Just Rosemary and Thyme? No, silly! It’s none of those. It’s… Continue Reading
Three days until March – which in my book is officially spring. Yahooeeey! Now I know some of you poor folk are shrouded in snow and permafrost yet, but here daffodils are all opened up, leafbuds are swelling ready to… Continue Reading
It’s the fag end of winter, though the weather here is doing its usual end-of-season last gasp – sharp morning frost, freezing fog, but then glorious sunshine from midmorning onwards. I thought winter had bypassed us once more, but Jack… Continue Reading