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Miss Asprey: The story of a lost fragrance. Lest we forget.

by Karen Hendry, 17th December, 2010

I guess that even then I was unusual. I had no idea of my synaesthesia or the effect this would have on my future life. I liked fine things. I aspired to a life that was so diametrically different to the one I had with my Glaswegian roots (albeit it academically inclined) that I sought out experiences, smells and divine distinctiveness wh…