Bear with me as I talk scents from our independent British perfumery here on the far flung coast of Wales.
Dark sky. Puddles like lakes. Caked in mud.
I sport an outfit chosen for its hue.
Bright, cheery and speaks to me.
The colour? Fragile sprout.
As shoots appear in these dank, wet days I see glimmers of the future, sprouting up through very wet earth.
Fragile.
Sown with a promise of warm air and sunlight each shot of green brings with it life, colour, scent.
Tender small miracles to nurture and so in time to benefit us.
More than just background colour.
Future perfumery ingredients.