Une Rose

The lovely Peggy Appert at Liberty's Frederic Malle room soused me in Une Rose before I set off for an evening at the theatre.
I got on the 139 bus in Regent Street. I was aware that I was surrounded by rose cloud, the whole bus was a rose cloud. I do wonder about encroaching on other people's nostrils, but I take the view that filling their world with beautiful things is a good thing. As I got off on Waterloo Bridge, a couple followed me, stopped me and asked what it was. I handed over the sample that Peggy had given me; I like the idea of random acts of kindness. I also like wearing scents that are so astonishingly stunning that strangers come up to you and ask what you're wearing.
There are many rose perfumes in the world of scent; heavy, light, soft, strong, and in the world of Les Parfums de Rosine there's an entire range of rose blends, but for a pure overdose of rose aroma, take this one (or maybe Sa Majeste La Rose from Serge Lutens).

A million roses packed into a small bottle, exploding out and taking over the room, created by Eduard Flechier from Editions de Parfum Frederic Malle.
Frederic Malle's site.

Miles

Named after the measurement of length, not a person.
Pronounced as if you are speaking English with a French accent (myalls not meal).
A man's fragrance, easily worn by women. Reassuring, strong, deliciously fruity.
Smells like the interior of a brand new car made and driven in the 1920s - wood, leather, tobacco - and loaded up with late summer fruits.
A delicious dark red fragrance by Detaille of Paris. Miles