Traditional style flash design of a dark perfume atomiser bottle with a red rose on its front and a coral spray cloud, shown on a pale background.

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Perfume atomiser with rose, traditional flash

Traditional · Colour · Flash

The drawing shows a dark perfume atomiser bottle with a bold red and coral rose painted on its front panel, with olive leaves and a stem below. A coral spray cloud drawn in dotted outline rises from the bottle's top, and a brown rubber bulb sits on the right side. Heavy black outlines and flat fills of colour define the shapes against a plain off-white background.

Traditional Rose Spray Leaves Stem

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Mrs Pyle came back for the atomiser on the Thursday, as she had every Thursday since August, and she stood at my counter with her gloves folded in one hand as though the shop were a chapel and she had forgotten her coins. The ticket said one and six. With the interest it was four shillings now. I had written the figure in pencil so it could be rubbed out if she ever paid, though in twelve years nobody had ever rubbed out anything I'd written.

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The bottle was black glass, heavy as a fist, with a rose painted on the front in enamel gone soft at the petals. Beneath it two olive leaves curled round a green stem that ran down to the foot. On the right side a brown rubber bulb hung in a net of cord like a fat sleeping animal. Her husband had bought it in Bridlington the summer before the war, she told me, and he had never once sprayed it on her, because he said a woman should smell of her own skin and not of a shop.

"Go on, then," she said. "Try it."

I pressed the bulb. The spray went out in a cloud of fine rose-coloured dots that hung in the air between us and opened over the counter like a small pink weather, lingering far longer than any scent should. The whole shop smelled of June. She shut her eyes, and I think for a moment she was standing on the front at Bridlington with the sea behind her.

"I'll keep it on the shelf for you," I said, and I wrote nothing in the book at all.