Scent of The Day

As the Sartorial fades to nothing but a mere shadow, the sun peaks its way through the grey, dull sky. First a glimmer, a glimpse, then more. Singular rays merge to wash the Welsh pastures with an invigorating glow and, with this, an invigorating scent should join the scene. A spritz of Penhaligon's Blenheim Bouquet more than fulfils this requirement.

This should see me nicely 'til the end of the day.
 

Happy Daze Benz, happy daze !

JohnnyO. o/