Here at niche perfumery ORTIR Apothecari the garden is so alive right now.
Incessant chirpy song follows me about. A cheeky trio of robins keeping me company as I go about tidying, cutting, raking, clearing.
A herd of neighbouring cows pace and low, keeping time with my movements and a distant hum of tractors play accompaniment to this Autumn melody.
The heavy scent of swept leaf (every colour, all sorts) hangs damply in the cooler air, sweetened by the final flourishes of rose bushes.
Gardener, horticulturalist, perfumer, farmer – no need for a job title, I’m just enriching the soul.