What an incredible year 2011 had been for experiencing scents.
First I had become an area manager for Gorilla Perfumes, which involves constantly being immersed in the fragrances complex compositions, as we must experience them first hand of course!
Then there was the archaic (which is a bit of an understatement) experience of Dennis Severs house in Shoreditch. A house since the 18th century that has been kept as true as possible to the days it was occupied. Dennis Sever himself, has in fact set up an experience for the public who wish to immerse themselves, by constantly keeping the house in a state in which it would appear it is still inhabited, complete with that creepy presence. But most striking of all is the constant amalgamation of scents screaming and floating through the house. Downstairs you breathe in the smoky heat of the fire, and further upstairs exotic teas are still steaming in their elegant china cups, but most imposing and disturbing, is the constant smell of must and 18th century filth that lingers through the cold neglected parts of the house. It will cling to your nostrils, and like watching a thriller it will haunt you for hours, possibly days, afterwards.