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Mandarin orange
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Sage
Oakmoss
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Musk
Patchouli
Vetiver
Unbuffered Toenail
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Westcombe on Sea, Summer 1931 … (Part 2)
These Hemingways!
How could people be so boring and yet so intrusive at the same time …
Bertie shuddered.
Reverend Sidney Hemingway, a gentle yet colorless little man, was passionate about prehistoric arrowheads and had just yesterday persuaded him to take a bike ride to Ilmouth, with Aunt Agatha, who was very keen on Bertie spending time with the Hemingways, in tow.
Aline Hemingway, Reverend Hemingway's sister, seemed to be the right woman to finally guide Bertie into the harbor of marriage.
A dreadful thought, Bertie mused.
Just a few days ago, he had been philosophizing with Barmy Fotheringay-Phibbs at the Drone's Club about the consequences of a marriage vow …
No, marriage was out of the question for now.
At least not with Aline Hemingway.
Good Lord, that woman smelled strongly of lavender ...!
And so he had stealthily slipped out of the hotel earlier and had temporarily escaped Aunt Agatha and the Hemingways.
Here, at the other end of Westcombe on Sea, they surely wouldn’t suspect him.
He had grown tired of the promenade since he had run into Auntie there yesterday ...
He was wearing a light, very airy summer suit, two-tone shoes, and a soft light gray hat.
This time he was sporting that second American fragrance he had ordered along with Newport Cologne from Caswell-Massey.
A wonderful scent, Bertie thought. Summery, fresh, green, and much softer, lighter than the English fragrances that suited a gentleman ...
Indeed, Jeeves had once again raised his eyebrows by that fraction of a millimeter that indicated he was indignant. An English gentleman from a good family wearing an American fragrance … outrageous!
That was the downfall of the Empire!
But Bertie had sworn to himself this time not to take into account his butler's sensitivities.
Greenbriar was simply too pleasant not to wear it, especially on such a sunny, warm day as today.
This light, spicy, clear beginning!
A cool, almost green lavender note, accompanied by a hint of thyme … comment inhabituelle!
A bit of sage mixed in coolly and quietly with this note …
Dark and soft, sandalwood shimmered, seasoning this exquisite blend, warming it, lifting it beyond the coolness of the lavender and sage.
Yes, Bertie thought - if there is a fragrance that lies on the skin like a green, sunlit amber, subtly spicy yet caressing the nose like a fresh, summery breeze, then it is Greenbriar.
To hell with the Hemingways, and to hell with Aunt Agatha!
Tomorrow he would let Jeeves chauffeur him to the horse races at Barnsley Park.
And Greenbriar would accompany him …
How could people be so boring and yet so intrusive at the same time …
Bertie shuddered.
Reverend Sidney Hemingway, a gentle yet colorless little man, was passionate about prehistoric arrowheads and had just yesterday persuaded him to take a bike ride to Ilmouth, with Aunt Agatha, who was very keen on Bertie spending time with the Hemingways, in tow.
Aline Hemingway, Reverend Hemingway's sister, seemed to be the right woman to finally guide Bertie into the harbor of marriage.
A dreadful thought, Bertie mused.
Just a few days ago, he had been philosophizing with Barmy Fotheringay-Phibbs at the Drone's Club about the consequences of a marriage vow …
No, marriage was out of the question for now.
At least not with Aline Hemingway.
Good Lord, that woman smelled strongly of lavender ...!
And so he had stealthily slipped out of the hotel earlier and had temporarily escaped Aunt Agatha and the Hemingways.
Here, at the other end of Westcombe on Sea, they surely wouldn’t suspect him.
He had grown tired of the promenade since he had run into Auntie there yesterday ...
He was wearing a light, very airy summer suit, two-tone shoes, and a soft light gray hat.
This time he was sporting that second American fragrance he had ordered along with Newport Cologne from Caswell-Massey.
A wonderful scent, Bertie thought. Summery, fresh, green, and much softer, lighter than the English fragrances that suited a gentleman ...
Indeed, Jeeves had once again raised his eyebrows by that fraction of a millimeter that indicated he was indignant. An English gentleman from a good family wearing an American fragrance … outrageous!
That was the downfall of the Empire!
But Bertie had sworn to himself this time not to take into account his butler's sensitivities.
Greenbriar was simply too pleasant not to wear it, especially on such a sunny, warm day as today.
This light, spicy, clear beginning!
A cool, almost green lavender note, accompanied by a hint of thyme … comment inhabituelle!
A bit of sage mixed in coolly and quietly with this note …
Dark and soft, sandalwood shimmered, seasoning this exquisite blend, warming it, lifting it beyond the coolness of the lavender and sage.
Yes, Bertie thought - if there is a fragrance that lies on the skin like a green, sunlit amber, subtly spicy yet caressing the nose like a fresh, summery breeze, then it is Greenbriar.
To hell with the Hemingways, and to hell with Aunt Agatha!
Tomorrow he would let Jeeves chauffeur him to the horse races at Barnsley Park.
And Greenbriar would accompany him …
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