Penhaglion's and Poetry

The world is white and lovely, the earth buried deep as the snow comes dancing down. A blizzard, again. The windows are caked, the sky is white, the city has vanished away.

I am reading lots of poetry to the baby lately. Baby books are so dull compared to poems. So I am enjoying the Oxford Book of Story Poems with him. Tonight Husband was in the room and he fell asleep as well, lying on the sheepskin as he listened to me read. A lovely family moment with my sleeping boys. When I was young I had a whole shelf of lovely poetry books and two of them were from Penhaglion, scented with Penhaglion fragrance. 

That made me think of the Penhaglion shop in England, which I visited once, and lo and behold, they have a very nice website. Wow. A gorgeous little silver "egg" for baby's first tooth--what a wonderful present idea. My brother asked the tooth fairy to leave his teeth behind and she kindly obliged; he kept his in a tic-tac box and used to rattle them around. A silver egg is a much nicer idea.

Of course Penhaglion's is really a perfumier. I would love to try some of the marvelous fragrances, especially Bluebell, but I'm not sure where to find them stateside. I couldn't go by the name and (admittedly wonderful) description alone! With heart notes of hyacinth, lily of the valley, cyclamen, jasmine, and rose, it might be just the scent to chase away our winter... I am also intrigued by Amarantine, with bergamot and jasmine.