We popped into Galway for an afternoon, and what a pleasant surprise – and what an unexpected discovery! – Cloon Keen Atelier is located just in the middle of the Wild Atlantic Way, on the Main St in Galway city!
Lovely Irish weather outside! 🙂 A perfect day to sample something new. Today it’s The Merchant of Venice.
It is a rare rainy day this year in Ireland, and I happen to have a day off, too. What a delight! As I can finally catch up on the perfumes samples from the Esxence fragrance show. It is so nice to see the fields and grass getting back to their usual green.. Continue reading “Esxence Diary – The Merchant of Venice”
#scentoftheday Vanille Noire by Yves Rocher.
This is a sharp, heady vanilla. Warming the body and lifting the spirit. Continue reading “Yves Rocher – Vanille Noire”
We have been blessed in Ireland with a beautifully warm summer so far this year, and it is unbelievable how this sunny weather changed the people. All I see around are smiling, happy, cheerful faces! And it is finally possible to put the woolly jumpers away, and reach for tank tops and shorts. You have no idea, how joyful it makes me feel! 🙂 Continue reading “Esxence Diary – Accendis”
Somewhere deep deep in the rural West of Ireland, where the wind is nasty and the people are kind, where the waters are vast and the mist (it may seem so) doesn’t clear away… where it either rains or pours… Somewhere deep in West Cork, on the coast of the Atlantic, there are myriads of tiny fishing villages and mini fjords where you can go whale watching or climb the rocks… And the waters are so blue! Continue reading “Esxence Diary – Waters + Wild Perfumery”
For the last couple of nights I’ve been falling asleep with Sylvaine Delacourte‘s fragrances from La Collection Muscs. This is a collection of five perfumes, each embracing a different relationship with musk. I find them calming, soothing.. Just perfect for testing and a good night’s rest… Continue reading “Esxence Diary – Sylvaine Delacourte”
When poetry meets perfume, something magical happens..
And what am I
if not a whisper in the wind…
I can only write what sits heavy on the heart.
As soon as it’s done, thoughts wander off…