Here's at least one thing for which I was grateful this weekend: I got to spend an hour on formulating. And as I cleaned my pipettes with alcohol, I was struck by the thought that one of the reasons why creating a fragrance can often be a frustrating business is because the perfumer would like to be able to freeze time whilst simultaneously making it flow at five times the normal speed.
The former would be great so that I could just spend hours fiddling around with different accords - seeing what works and what doesn't - without worrying about the prosaic reality that's constantly baying at my door. The latter would be handy so that I could try a new creation and find out immediately what it's like, instead of waiting for its entire development to play out on my skin.
All of this is idle thinking, of course. The clock will keep ticking, one second at a time, and I'll keep trying to find a few spare moments to make my jasmine accord obey my increasingly complex demands.