Floral, green and leathery London is gritty glam, come rain or shine. This city has an addictive energy, big, small, soaring, down to earth, all underscored by wicked humour. East end boys and West end girls battle over pub seats in Shoreditch and Clapham, all without smearing their perfectly slicked hair and cat eyes. Over the lips of gins and Pimm’s (Hendrick’s cucumberous cool plays beautifully off the floral-spicy aroma of violet leafy liqueur), our gaze grows hazy until we can see through the rain and into the unfurling of warmth. Rose de Mai lets loose a gasp of ephemeral pink. Rose oil packs a more concentrated fruity burst of bright, floral energy. Orris root is a subtle, earthy substance that cools the summer blush inevitable to sun starved complexions. Back in the pub second-hand leather jackets creak in the evening cool, worn by creative, new, In this wet spring, the smell of roses from Columbia Road echoes through the city, pinging off the contours of Georgian architecture and unearthing hints of dusty history. London is quenches all thirsts. A lusty life.