I don't quite know where the last twelve months have gone, but this blog is just a few days away from being a year old! To mark its first anniversary, I'll be holding a special give-away, so please make sure you come back on Friday the 11th to find out more.
Appropriately enough, this has long been the period of the year when my thoughts dwell on the subject of time. As per usual, in May, the demands of The Day Job will spill over into every free moment of my evenings for about 10 weeks, which means that there will be very few opportunities for perfumery or blogging. That's why I need to make some tentative plans now about the content I hope to publish here at Persolaise.com over the course of the next few months.
But in the meantime, I've got to do something about a smell which I've inadvertently spread across the entire house. I was carrying out an experiment with indole the other day, and whilst it wasn't exactly a disaster, it didn't quite go according to plan. To cut a long story short, the material's distinctive odour infiltrated the whole of Maison Persolaise with alarming rapidity. Madame P is threatening divorce unless I sort out the problem. I can just imagine the scene in the court room: "Your honour, I can't live with the man anymore. Every time I go near him, I smell mothballs, unflushed and rotting corpses."
I hope you're all having a good weekend!