I hope you don’t mind these brief and impromptu iPhone posts, which are all that I can do until the computer comes back next week. It’s strange not being able to control everything the way I would like to, but there is also an immediacy and instantaneous quality to just writing and posting spontaneously that kind of appeals to me. Just smell or experience something and write. * * The other day Duncan came home with a present he had picked up in a junk shop – a rare vintage Le Galion parfum of Lily Of The Valley. This house, which is apparently being revived, does excellent florals: their jasmine and tuberose are gorgeous : perfect, and though I can’t wear muguet myself ( the autocorrect just changed that to ‘Michael’ ), I do appreciate a well-made one because the living flowers themselves completely fascinate me. Unlike the silver standard Diorissimo, however, with its looming, up-close petalia; urban; refined, exquisite ( animalic ), Le Galion’s rendition of the muguet, created by Paul Vachy, co- creator of such seminal perfumes as Miss Dior, Diorling, Arpege, and the entire Le Galion range ( they really are worth checking out: so glassy and bright, so vivaciously Parisian), is much more long focus: a more pastoral, natural portrait: fresher, tighter, more gleaming. Polished, lemon- a bright rose-tinted geranium and a lifelike tone of wintry daphne flowers: there is none of the faux-shy creaminess of the Dior or of Caron here : this is like the mouth of a wood that leads to a stream, the air cool and green, and clusters of just blossomed lily of the valley the star of the ensemble. Not a lifelike soliflore, then, as I have seen it described, but a woodland memory: uncontaminated, idealized; fresh.