Sorry I’ve been so slow to respond, Mickey…but I have a fine excuse…my favourite chef is home from Denmark 🇩🇰 for a few weeks, and has been filling the house with gorgeous smells (the bread she makes from the ‘mother’ she left me when she moved is SO much better than mine) and of course we’ve had lots to talk about, meaning far less time poking about at screens!
The heliotrope story is quite funny, as I had ordered an extract from Mandy Aftel (parfumier extraordinaire, purveyor of fragrant ingredients and curator of the Aftelier Perfume Museum in Berkeley, California) and the Australian Customs got a bit snarky with me for importing a “deadly poison”. Happily they allowed me to have it when I explained what it was for.
My mother always had a heliotrope growing at Mount Lofty (indoors, though, given the extremes between seasons) and the scent always brings her back to me. (As well as reminding me of the character Miss Heliotrope in Elizabeth Goudge’s “the Little White Horse”, one of my childhood favourites…)
Oh how I love the expanded version of this story dear India! Miss Heliotrope indeed - I'm not familiar with 'the Little White Horse' - that one passed me by. Visiting the Aftelier Perfume Museum is on my wish, but you haven't explained what you wanted the extrait for? Hopefully my shrubs will be in high perfume for your visit later in the year. Enjoy the bread...I think I can smell it from here! X
Love your idea of potions!
Sorry I’ve been so slow to respond, Mickey…but I have a fine excuse…my favourite chef is home from Denmark 🇩🇰 for a few weeks, and has been filling the house with gorgeous smells (the bread she makes from the ‘mother’ she left me when she moved is SO much better than mine) and of course we’ve had lots to talk about, meaning far less time poking about at screens!
The heliotrope story is quite funny, as I had ordered an extract from Mandy Aftel (parfumier extraordinaire, purveyor of fragrant ingredients and curator of the Aftelier Perfume Museum in Berkeley, California) and the Australian Customs got a bit snarky with me for importing a “deadly poison”. Happily they allowed me to have it when I explained what it was for.
My mother always had a heliotrope growing at Mount Lofty (indoors, though, given the extremes between seasons) and the scent always brings her back to me. (As well as reminding me of the character Miss Heliotrope in Elizabeth Goudge’s “the Little White Horse”, one of my childhood favourites…)
Oh how I love the expanded version of this story dear India! Miss Heliotrope indeed - I'm not familiar with 'the Little White Horse' - that one passed me by. Visiting the Aftelier Perfume Museum is on my wish, but you haven't explained what you wanted the extrait for? Hopefully my shrubs will be in high perfume for your visit later in the year. Enjoy the bread...I think I can smell it from here! X
I wanted it for making potions….😉