One of my first memories of when I moved to London was going into Miller Harris with my Grandmother so that she could buy her perfume. Sadly I don't remember which one it was, but I do remember her saying to the sales assistant "I can't use the one with bergamot, I absolutely can't stand bergamot!". My Grandmother always knew her own mind, she was not the sort to hesitate. Though to this day, I'm still not entirely sure what bergamot is...
Around this time last year, my Mum and I were strolling through Seven Dials in Covent Garden when we saw a Miller Harris shop - we decided to go in and see if we could sniff out which perfume my Grandmother used to wear. We didn't have any luck as I seem to remember she had it made just for her, but I did find the perfume that I'm pretty sure I will be wearing for the rest of my life.
I've been through a lot of different perfumes, Chanel, Narciso Rodriguez, Lancome... and each one I've got a bit tired of after a while. But not Coeur de Fleur, it's so soft and flowery - a perfect mix between spring and fresh air. I really can't get enough. Often it takes me two or three years to get through a bottle of perfume, I use it so sparingly as strong scents sometimes make me feel a bit ill, but this I seemed to have sprayed on everything I own and perhaps Adam has received the occasional squirt or two because the bottle is nearly finished!
And by using Miller Harris I like to think that I am, in a way, carrying on a tradition set by my Grandmother.