Dearest Scented Ones Before all memories of The City of Light slip from The Dandy‘s mind to be supplanted by other travels, some images, and aromas to recall the magical Gallic capital. A Store...
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...
“Music is the space between the notes.” So, they say, Claude Debussy said. Scent is perhaps the art closest to music, sharing as it does the qualities of abstraction and the ephemeral. The tw...
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 ...
They say a picture says more than a thousand words…. The Dandy does hope so, as he has practically no time to write today! The only thing that must be said is “it was a splendid day”. Thank...
All Hail My Dear Fellows!! As The Perfumed Dandy is almost officially on his holidays (of which more to follow) and by way of tribute to the wonderful craftspeople of Hermes (again more words and...
My Dear Scented Saddlebags I’m sure you may have noticed something of a trend in The Perfumed Dandy‘s reviews this last week… A certain leaning towards the House of Hermes? Well, the reason...
“Those horses are so spoilt I swear they sleep on straw strewn with rose petals”. With an equine huff of a laugh, he rears his head back and raises a riding crop from aside his muscular calf ...
The other women of the court no matter how grand, or close to the King, had always to call for their carriages. She need only look up, or smile, or tilt her head and the servants come running to ...