Eight perfumes two broken hearts and a lot of broken glass... Down a cobbled mews off one of Londons rare tranquil backstreets people come to talk gaze at the garden have a nice cup of tea and a biscuit then leave with a small blue bottle of perfume. Captured inside it is scented memory of happy times. What could be the harm in that? London is a big city but paths cross and get all tangled up. A small misunderstanding leads to a seriously large one. This is the novel that accidentally launched a London perfumery 4160Tuesdays.