Of all the beauty products that fill my IKEA Alex drawers, fragrance is one that always exudes luxury and elegance. When I was young, I dreamed of having a dressing table full of those little glass bottles; I'd wander through the fragrance department at my local John Lewis making a mental wishlist of all the perfume I was going to buy when I was an adult and had a job.  Even now, I always think of fragrance as an extra special treat to myself.  A lot like a good red lipstick or that million-dollar-feeling bra, a gorgeous perfume can put you in a certain mood, and every morning I look at the bottles on my dresser and think "who do I want to be today?"...



Spain is one of those countries that I just keep going back to.  I don't love it in the way I love Germany, nor would it spring to mind when someone asks me for a list of my favourite countries, but I just keep going back.  Maybe it's the sunshine, the tapas, the sangria, the unspoilt old towns where you need to use your initiative to get around, rather than turning on Google Maps on your iPhone.  I'm not sure exactly what it is that pulls me back, but at the start of November last year, I headed to Seville for a few days to celebrate my 25th, and I've finally gotten around to writing about it...