Recently, we had a glorious couple of weeks in Cape Cod.
We got back, travel-weary and laden with far more baggage then we remembered taking, and flung open the front door…
…and the air felt really stale; like someone else’s home altogether. A kind of dusty, unlived-in smell, overlaid with (whisper it) a hint of damp. So I set about banishing it as quickly as possible by opening windows, lighting candles and buying my favourite small luxury, fresh flowers..
(Green and white; there’s something so simple and beauitful about green and white..). The ornamental cabbages made me smile; my spine-chilling fear of slugs would prevent me ever trying to grow them, but they do look gorgeous in a vase. And lilies; a staple on my kitchen island…
Another favourite trick is to fill inexpensive garden-centre vases with kitchen salt and then add candles, found objects and single eucalyptus stems – a way of pretending I’m back drinking sundowners at a beachside restaurant or at a fantasy mediterranean villa rather than at home in rather more familiar and ordinary surroundings..
When it’s cosiness I’m seeking, I light a stick of palo santo wood; have you come across it? It’s as far from the headiness of cheap incense that you can imagine, and instead smells like a cross between a roaring fire, a forest and something altogether sweeter… definitely one for the autumn as a chill arrives in the air.
And finally, I always, always have a candle burning on my desk when I’m working in my studio…
My other scent passions? Fresh basil on the kitchen counter. Acqua di limone ironing water, for the delicious clouds of steam that invariably distract me from the actual heat setting and prove ultimately rather hazardous to scorching.
And bath oil. For decadence. And inadvertantly slippiness, yes, but still. Worth it.
Any other recommendations or passions? Please do share… and have a wonderful weekend!