A small obsession confession.

Rosewater sprinkler, Iran 18th-19th Century.

I have a rosewater addiction.

I use it on my face as a cleanser/toner, to perfume fabrics and occasionally rinse my hair with it.

I use it in sweets and biscuits, drink it in cool water.

On hot days I use it to cool my skin.

And I have always loved the old middle eastern tradition of sprinkling your hands and the hands of guests after a meal with it.

 So as an addict this limited edition rosewater collection went straight onto my wishlist when I discovered it.

I love the idea of trying waters from the roses of different countries and discovering  how their scents can vary.

Moroccan rose, Turkish rose and Omani rose.

Some everyday things

Appartment block hallway both doors lead to the same flat, one everyday for the family and one that leads to the guest reception room.



Stones collected from Al-Baha I love the blues, pinks and whites of the rocks there.



Tiny shells collected by my children at Khobar beach.