- Joined
- Friday November 25, 2016
As the Sartorial fades to nothing but a mere shadow, the sun peaks its way through the grey, dull sky. First a glimmer, a glimpse, then more. Singular rays merge to wash the Welsh pastures with an invigorating glow and, with this, an invigorating scent should join the scene. A spritz of Penhaligon's Blenheim Bouquet more than fulfils this requirement.
This should see me nicely 'til the end of the day.
This should see me nicely 'til the end of the day.