Well, perfume is a recent thing for me. I always avoided it, reluctant to partake in a mass Chanel sillage down Grafton street (and if you don't know what sillage is, go here). Finally, I caved and started to look for the right scent, eventually alighting on Burberry Brit for the warm vanilla spiciness of it. But I had to have more. Still avoiding Chanel, I found Flowerbomb, just as it was released. But then I got snobby about it and have since flitted around smaller perfume houses like Penhaligon's (Artemisia), L'Artisans Parfumeur (Safran Troublant), and Rancé 1795 (where to start?), although it has to be admitted that my favourite evening perfume right now is back in the mainstream:Hermes Eau des Merveilles, full of peppery warmth.
However, pretty as all of these bottles are on my dressing table, I feel that they could almost be hidden in the drawer and replaced by, or decanted into, the gorgeous bottles that you can find everywhere here in Marrakech. They are prefectly decadent, marvellously delicate and there must surely be *no* limit to how many you could have cluttering up every available surface. I confess that I haven't taken the plunge yet, but I will certainly have five or six of them in my suitcase when we leave here. Oh so much more accessible than Lalique, don't you agree?
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L'Orientaliste, Rue de la Liberte, Marrakech
