Charles Audley Posted January 8, 2017 Share Posted January 8, 2017 Jno. B. Parsimmons & Co.Pomanders and Scent to the Quality (perfumers) Parsimmons & Company is one of the best known and prestigious perfumers in London having supplied pomanders to the Court since the rein of Elizabeth I. At five foot one inch tall and 18 stone the current proprietor, another John Parsimmons, is a corpulent man of circular proportions with a bulbous red nose who seems to be perpetually out of breath and harried. He is however a genius in pairing scents and is most effusive and obliging when dealing with his customers. The shop is scarcely 10 feet wide with the front consisting solely shelves filled with various pomanders and crystal bottles of Eau de toilette sparkling in the daylight. The front room contains a counter behind which a helpful clerk stands waiting to assist customers as they enter. The walls are festooned with shelves upon which hundreds of various sized jars and containers in which aromatic ingredients are stored and in the corner is a small iron stove which is kept constantly lit to drive away the humidity and provide ‘clean air to inhale.’ A new customer or one that appears very wealthy will find Mr. Parsimmons himself squeezing through the back door to attend to the trade personally. He is quite passionate about scent and has designed a few personal fragrances for both male and female members of Court . Charles arched an eyebrow as he approached the shop. A parfumier was not exactly what he had expected. (Though now that he thought about it, he had not the faintest idea what business Arthur was in. It might make perfect sense for him to rent from a parfumier.) Or perhaps Master Parsimmons simply had sufficient space in a good location at acceptable rates for Arthur's purposes. Nothing inherently noteworthy in that. Charles smiled thinly and shook his head. A brief pause to make minute and entirely unnecessary adjustments to his appearance- today dove grey justacorps and navy cravat over cornflower blue waistcoat and breeches, with his hair worn down- and he entered the shop. (He had considered wearing his uniform, but that would have given entirely the wrong complexion to the visit.) Face a pleasantly amiable mask, he glanced about and waited to be acknowledged. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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