Eight perfumes, two broken hearts and a lot of broken glass... Down a
cobbled mews off one of London's 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.