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PRODUCTS PERFUME BOTTLES CLEAR GLASS GARDENIA GLASS DROP OF PERFUME
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GARDENIA GLASS DROP OF PERFUME

Available in glass bottle or crystal. LEAD CRYSTAL is heavier and clearer than glass.This gardenia perfume was matched by Arthur Phillips the head perfumer and scientist at Elixarome in Paddock Wood. We supplied a bottle of the 1920s fragrance called Gardenia that was made by Mary Chess.  We hope that this is as near as you can get to that fragrance on a pillow celebrated in the song by Eric Maschwitz.  He also wrote "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square".

THESE FOOLISH THINGS (words by Eric Maschwitz)
 
Oh will you never let me be
Oh will you never set me free
The ties that bound us
Are still around us
There’s no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain:
 
A cigarette that bears a lipstick’s traces;
An airline ticket to romantic places;
And still my heart has wings...
These foolish things remind me of you.
 
A tinkling piano in the next apartment;
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant;
A fairground’s painted swings....
These foolish things remind me of you.
 
You came,You saw,You conquered me;
When you did that to me I somehow knew that this had to be.
 
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer;
A telephone that rings but who's to answer;
Oh how the ghost of you clings ...
These foolish things remind me of you.
 
GARDENIA perfume lingering on a pillow;
Wild strawberries only 7 francs a kilo;
And still my heart has wings....
These foolish things remind me of you
 
I know that this was bound to be
These things have haunted me for you’ve entirely enchanted me.
 
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations;
Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations;
Oh how the ghost of you clings...
These foolish things remind me of you.
 
The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses;
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes;
The song that Crosby sings...
These foolish things remind me of you.
 
How strange, how sweet to find you still;
These things are dear to me
That seem to bring you so near to me.
 
The scent of SMOULDERING leaves; the wail of steamers;
Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers;
Oh how the ghost of you clings...
These foolish things
Remind me of you
Just you...
 


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