ahhh. 'tis the season of spring fairs and church fetes, school fund raiser stalls and spring-cleaned junk sales. i thought these rustic mugs, from the junk stall at the local soroptimists craft fair to be Provencal at first glance. the colour, austere design, the surprising, pleasing weightiness in your hand. but no, they're Buchan of Portobello, Scotland, where it seems the practicality of a winter weight mug with thick walls to keep your tea hot has not been forgotten. lily of the valley a dollar a posy, a churchyard renovation fundraiser, the smell of which brings my maternal grandmother back from the grave (in a nice, non halloween-y way).
Did your granny smell? my other nanan smelled like powder-from-a-compact, her husband of snuff. my maternal grandfather reeked of homebrew, but only in the late afternoon. i've been told i smell like a newborn baby! what a compliment! it's actually a dash of angel by Thierry Mugler, in case you'd like to smell of newborn baby too!
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