If someone had told me last year when I began this blog that I would one day see an article published I probably would have cracked up laughing. So you can only imagine how absolutely thrilled I am to have been able to contribute to ODOU Issue Four.
Last evening, Thursday 7th May, Fenwick of Bond Street hosted Sarah McCartney of 4160 Tuesdays and Odette Toilette’s Scents of Occasion fragrance event for London Craft Week, a new annual event supported by founding partners, watchmakers Vacheron Constantin and Arts Council England, as well as the Crafts Council, The Heritage Crafts Association, and Mayor of London and Walpole. This new addition to the London cultural calendar of events celebrates an across-the-board spectrum of creative talent the capital has to offer through a series of events and workshops at a variety of London venues.
4160 Tuesdays’ Paris 1948 is a perfume constructed with a couture sensibility. It develops on the skin seamlessly, its notes gently meandering together to project a soft-focus sophistication, cocooning around me with a veiled opacity that is at once aloof and incredibly alluring. It skims the body like an exquisitely tailored shift dress; its beauty lies not what is obviously apparent, but what is underneath.
In Autumn 1946 Charles “Lucky” Luciano in Naples, Italy due to an enforced deportation from the United States, received two passports with visas issue for Mexico, Cuba, and several other South American Nations. In October he set off for Caracas, Venezuela, Mexico City and finally Havana, where he was greeted by his friend Meyer Lansky upon arrival.
Luciano immediately set to work to organise a conference for the week of 22nd December that would bring together La Cosa Nostra, consisting of some of the most prominent mafia leaders in America from New York and New Jersey, Chicago, Buffal, New Orleans and Tampa, and the Jewish Syndicate. After purchasing a $150,000 interest in the Hotel Nacional, a casino and hotel owned by Lansky and his partner, Cuban President Fulgencio Batista y Zaldivar, the Havana Conference was set.
Yesterday I met BoB…
4160 Tuesdays’ Who Knew? opens on my skin sweetly. The initial burst of fragrance smiles, a jammy, rosy giggle that I find incredibly inviting. Soon a depth to Who Knew? develops that feels as if I am inhaling from the deepest depths of a rose; however, it is not a sort of haughty, overpowering rose at all. It’s quietly confident but contemplative and pensive.