An afternoon jaunt for high tea in a posh vintage car that ends with a tire puncture on the side of the road.
Starts with Earl Grey and cardamom and some raspberry cake, but oddly (oud-ly?) finishes with ice cream melting on asphalt.
A tropical princess perfume that opens with lemon, mango and black currants, in that order.
Sparkly and undeniably expensive, no artificial aftertaste as the hyacinths start to bloom a half hour in.
After another thirty minutes, the flowers dry to woodsy autumn amber and the mango pushes through again, with a pleasant tart bite.
But it’s gone in less than two hours, and somehow I’m aware of the cost–like I’m wearing a borrowed necklace–and at roughly fifty cents a spray, that’s “high jewels” indeed.