Last year, I took out a perfume subscription, but not for the reasons you might imagine. I like to smell as good as the next gal, but what attracted me to it was its ingredient-led celebration of the seasons. An aromatic punctuation to my year, it's a reminder of nature and the luxury of the passing of time. In spring, there were sweet and sour notes of rhubarb; in summer, fragrant orange blossom; and now as the darkness of autumn envelops us, I have a scent steeped in rich quince, balanced with myrrh and caraway (discover more at ffern.co).
As I've got older, such rituals have become more important to me, and cooking in tune with the seasons brings me the same joy. While autumn doesn't have the vibrant, verdant…
