the perils of perfume

or, assaulted by aromatics

I was laid low by the Great Plague in May of this year and will confess my biggest fear (after the obvious one of potentially shuffling off this mortal coil in a coughing fit) was that I might lose my sense of smell.

Not for nothing am I known as the Bear. I sniff my way through the whirld largely selecting plants for dyeing based on their aroma (that I …