Purple satin swirls emerging from the chimney of a cottage into a sky of smudged lint clouds and blue.
Around an open fire dodge sparks and stray cinders while seeking warmth.
Lancome’s Cuir is a triumph of the tannery and charcoal store.
There are some folks who rergard birch tar as the smell of a summer barbeque.
‘Wrong end of the year!’ Says I.
It’s logs burning in the hearth, leather boots warming through after a country stroll something sexy in each hand
Further treats to follow…
The Pefumed Dandy.