By another name

On one of my ever frequent visits to the perfume counters at a few choice (but obvious) establishments, mostly along Fifth and Madison Avenues, I have been keeping tabs on one scent in particular which caught my attention because of its link with the Duke of Windsor.  Supposedly using ingredients from his garden, or perhaps it was the flowers which he most adored (a certain kind of rose whose name escapes me at the moment), this limited edition shows up every now and again, but I have never had the chance to give it a try.  That is, until a few days ago, when, to my surprise, it reappeared after being sold out or out of stock.  Alas, disappointment quickly followed- as is often the case preceding fervent and eager anticipation. I am not quite sure it was really worth the wait.  It is called Creed Windsor, but it reminded me more of the flat unmemorable, wholly regrettable and totally forgettable "duchess" far more than the fabled, glamorous and exuberant Duke.

in bloom, late summer at Brideshead.