It seems almost inconceivable, sitting here in this age of aluminium and steel that we could ever have dreamt of taking to the air in those paper thin things. Of being held aloft by pairs of peta...
Sweetly Smelling Friends More moments from my recent sojourn across la Manche. And the aromas to match. Empty Streets, Vivid With Colour Gold and Bright : Caron / Montaigne Surprisingly Modern Go...
Okay. OK! One admits it’s not May…. And therefore technically not the season for lily of the valley. But heavens to betsy, on occasion one simply can’t resist! And what’s perfume for if n...
Dearest Festive Fairies and Fellows The Dandy adores Christmas. I’m sorry, but I do, and over the next week or two I shall be devoting these pages to my own particular form of celebration… de...
A public holiday in London today… the last one of the Summer. The last one in fact until Winter is with us and we celebrate Christmas. So what better way to go out than with a bang, a whoop, a ...
Dear Friends It is with a heavy heart that I write to say our month as visitors in The House of Caron has come to an end. Never one to dwell on unhappiness though, The Dandy instead prefers to co...
His hair has the silver white hue of the chalk cliffs he walks each morning. Following his path implacably, without regard to the weather, his eyes are fixed in the middle distance looking out to...
Quite a display isn’t it? Glass amphorae filled with the finest extraits, pink puffs for sweet smelling powders and crystal flacons everywhere awaiting decants of the prized perfumes. And as on...
“Take a corner with each hand and lift your arms up, then shake it through with me to make waves.” But the white linen sheet did not resemble the sea, instead it looked like a silk parachute ...
Christmas is being imported this year. It will come in a crate by boat and be brought, a little piece of Europe in a box, up from the harbour to our room at Raffles Hotel. On opening it, I “mus...