The Black Narcissus

A typhoon is approaching, but for now I have the kitchen window open with the combined fragrance of ginger lily -: a cold warm spice – its chastity ambiguously lucent – and the fresh lilting apricot of the new osmanthus – which, unusually, bloomed two wee…

In Japan it is said that ‘O-kyakusama wa kamisama desu’ – ‘The customer is God.’

It was a shame to cut them down.

I feel that I have been a bit boring and reactionary in my knee-jerk reaction to L’Heure Bleue 26, so I decided to revisit it on my way to work via Yokohama Takashimaya.

If I were a teenage girl, I would wear Dior Addict Purple Glow.

It was somehow very fitting that I got to smell the new ‘L Heure Bleue’ with my best friend Helen.

We have just got back from England.

What was already so nauseating has been rendered more so.

Parfum Satori is unique in its quiet tucked-awayness; elegantly concealed inside a non-descript Tokyo apartment.

We met at a designated street corner in Roppongi.

Anyone who knows me knows that the idea of Neil Chapman being anyone’s personal shopper is entirely ludicrous.