Not quite actually. My perfumery is, you’ve guessed, my garden. I was sitting in front of my pc yesterday evening, finishing a lesson, when from the dark outside, the sweetest most romantic scent wafted in on the night air….my Jasmin. When I went out this morning I didn’t know which way to turn! An absolute waterfall of white Jasmin with its lovely pink buds on one side, on the other my Orange tree steadily opening its flowers as well as the mini mock orange which is now in bloom. Glutton as I am, I went across the garden, knelt down and buried my greedy nose into the lily of the valley; I came back inside to write this, stunned by so much invisible beauty…..
English that grows 