Open the door, take one step and you are transported. A perfume so refined, sweet, peppery, a hinch of vanilla, a little fruity too.
You keep walking, not sure where or why, you are just following this wonderful aroma.
Then you marvel. Garlands of flowers, dream bouquets, roses that looked painted with the most delicate brush, explosions of gorgeous blooms mixed with aromatic herbs such as rosemary or braided with honeysuckle. The peonies are as delicate as jewels, the colours just extraordinary, golden sand, earl grey tea, apricot. You suddenly feel like marrying again, right now, in the most British atmosphere, light thousands of candles, drink champagne, dance in a ballroom.
Imagine opening your front door and receiving such a bouquet. Some are placed in a hat box, all curves and water green, luxuty in the slightest detail. Your home would be sublimed by the perfume, each petal, almost sculptural, opening ever so sofltly. Think of the transparence of the pastel hues when the sun carresses them.
Exquisite, a flower spell. Even one of those would fascinate you for hours. It feels like you have to find an occasion, a birth a wedding, an anniversary, anything, everything to even just order a corsage one, which oyu could then dry and keep a little longer…