No Scent Please, We're British
Persolaise If I may be permitted to resort to generalisations for a moment: the British attitude to perfume never ceases to leave me dismayed and disappointed. The other day, during my…
And The First One I Sprayed Was…
Although this blog doesn’t have thousands of readers, I flatter myself that perhaps one or two people wander by every now and then to read my ramblings, so I thought…
Glass, Ash & Sand
I guess my refusal to buy some civet-infused oud must have angered the gods, because the volcano in Iceland has meant that my wife and I are now stranded in…
All Rosy In Istanbul
Istanbul’s Spice Bazaar doesn’t offer nearly as many olfactory temptations as the markets in Marrakesh and Tangiers, but I can’t deny I’ve spent a good deal of time sniffing the…
I Need My Hit
Further to my last post, I can’t help mentioning that, at the airport, en route to the Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque, I actually sampled some of what’s being…
Somewhere Between Europe And Asia
This blog will be quiet for a little while, because I’ll soon be rummaging through the wares on offer at Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar. Wifi permitting, I might upload a few…
Evasion Tactics
As a rule, I’m not a fan of big gatherings. Today was Easter Sunday. The entire clan came over to our place for lunch. Was I a happy bunny? I’ll…
Review: Malabah by Penhaligon's (2003)
This isn’t quite a scrubber, but it outstays its welcome very quickly and adds fuel to the argument made by several critics that Penhaligon’s scents aren’t nearly weighty and meaningful…
Happy To Pay
Who would ever have thought I’d be looking forward to paying a custom’s charge! I arrived home today to find a slip left by Royal Mail which meant only one…
On The Move…
I’ve got free wifi for a few minutes, so I just wanted to say that my wife and I are doing ok and using trains to head north-west towards Britain.…