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Paddy mocks me because I often claim to have a “very keen sense of smell”. I don’t know why he finds this funny because it’s true. I compulsively buy a very specific brand and variety of shower gel because it reminds me of the one I used on a family holiday to the South of France in the eighties. Every time I smell it, it takes me back to that holiday: suntan lotion, melon, sunflowers, the french kids next door with their rat tail haircuts etc.

The smell of geraniums takes me straight back to the south facing part of my family home which was filled with geraniums and the odd cactus when I was a child. On a hot day, the smell of the Geranium leaves sat heavy in the air as the sun shone through the glass.

Enough nostalgia. I was thinking about today’s bridal bouquet really. I never met Heidi and she gave me a few guidelines over an email or two and then left me to it. I gave her white hyacinth, stocks and Chinese pistache (among other things). The hyacinth has an intense heady fragrance, the stocks are peppery and only I will have smelled the pistache, as I cut through the woody stems. It smells green, I don’t know how else to describe it. 

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I hope that in years to come, every time this bride smells stocks or hyacinths, she’s reminded of her wedding day.

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The light in the new studio is completely different to that of my old studio. But the sun shone for the first time in a while this week and it was good to see sunlight and shadow falling on certain shelves, parts of the floor. I still miss that Vallum light falling on the catering sink though.