byPublished on 25th January 2011 02:56 PM
Perfume selling, like all intellectual activities, makes you famished. I have observed this closely over the past quarter century in assorted olfactory milieus. Lately I advised two young ladies of my circle to visit a certain exquisite scented boutique. They responded by post card - "The women in there were eating biscuits!" Frankly I was not surprised. The oddest juxtapositions I have known are the smoked eels (thoughtful customer's Christmas gift) on a Guerlain counter; the 5lb of home-grown tomatoes lost in Harrods - never found; and the steaming cup and saucer behind Rochas. The a l'anglaise, served on the floor, hot and strong.