Now, here I was yesterday, excited that my trepidation was vanishing and I could hop the bus (for 1euro30) and spend the day shopping and rubbing shoulders with a whole other breed of people. Someone told me that the sister city to Cannes is Beverly Hills. I’ve never been to California, but the Cannes I saw is all about money and fashion. Lots of money and very high fashion. Oh, and lots and lots of little dogs. This is the French Riviera after all. That said, there were bargain racks galore and I found a few great things that fit my budget. (the Zara store is wonderful…)
Japan– works for a large cosmetics company doing research as to the efficacy of the physiological effect of fragrance.
Sardinia-barely speaks English, so as of yet, I don’t have his story.
Brazil-is a vivacious high powered lawyer who since childhood has felt that her sense of smell has been extraordinary, becoming more so as she has aged. She has left her former life behind to come here and pursue her gift.
Australia– has been working with a perfumer in the industry in her country and wants to take it further; wanting especially to eventually find placement in a European company.
California– is a micro-distiller! A very interesting girl, and as interested in the naturals as I am.
Canada– that would be me, and I am here to formally learn the art of perfume formulation and to study the over 500 raw materials that will be taught in this course; therefore enriching my knowledge base and developing myself as an artisan perfumer/nose/entrepreneur. (to put it a bit more succinctly than I did at le petit dejeuner….)
So that is my report for today. I am about to spend the rest of this full moon night curled in my loft, the moonlight pouring through the skylight and the scent of fresh mimosa and hyacinth infusing the air.
My kettle build ups a layer of white inside every 2 days or so.