Eight perfumes, two broken hearts and a lot of broken glass...
Down a cobbled mews off one of LondonÕs rare tranquil backstreets, people come to talk, gaze at the garden, have a nice cup of tea and a biscuit, then leave with a small blue bottle of perfume. Captured inside it is scented memory of happy times.
What could be the harm in that?
London is a big city, but paths cross, and
get all tangled up. A small misunderstanding leads to a seriously large one.
This is the novel that accidentally launched a London perfumery, 4160Tuesdays.