My sister has the enviable, but rather daunting task of welcoming Dame Maggie Smith today at the television company she works for ; greeting the grand Dowager of Grantham when she arrives with her chauffeur at reception, making her a drink, and escorting her upstairs to a private viewing room to approve or disapprove of a documentary that they are making about her, also featuring Dame Joan Plowright, Dame Eileen Atkins, and the inestimable Dame Judy Dench (so quite a lot of ‘dames’).
What perfume – and what clothes?! – to wear, as they go up (silently?) in the lift?
My sister is usually a torrid and sensual whirl of Roma Biagiotti and L’Artisan Nuit Du Tubereuse worn together, so one can imagine the twitch of the Living Institution’s nostrils as she damningly reads the air and turns her purview in her direction; a tightening of the icon’s lips as they both fixate on the floor numbers above them, and Deborah holds her breath in.
Perusing the essential, and inexhaustible, Celebrity Perfume Guide, however, I find in fact that this most venerable of British actresses wears a perfume I have never heard of before, a scent from the 80’s called Madeleine De Madeleine, apparently a drier, more reserved Piguet Fracas, a tuberose that my own fiery and impetuous sibling also wears, as it should happen, to quite ravishing effect.
Two hot tuberoses, stuck together in an elevator.
Perhaps they’ll get along like a house on fire.