She had turned to the last page in her mother's notebook a hundred times, pen poised, and frozen, unable to pick up where Liberty had left off.
The lining had torn, and as she read Liberty's note, she wriggled her index finger down to the hem, searching in vain. The nausea that had dogged her for months welled up again, and she rummaged through her pocket for a mint. It was a typical cool, gray London morning, a light autumn breeze scurrying leaves along the pavements. She had been traveling for months, but as the number 22 Routemaster bus lurched through the lunchtime traffic along the King's Road, she felt the days fall away. Fill it with wonderful things.Įmma leaned her elbow on the suitcase at her side. I like to think of you picking up where I left off, Em. I've left you a whole box of letters, one for every occasion I can think of.
PERFUMED GARDEN STORY FULL
Roses-Liberty always smelled like a rose garden in full bloom to her: warm, sunlit, a pure soliflore.Īs you'll see, I got a bit carried away. As her mother hugged her, Emma breathed in the scent of her perfume. She remembered how Liberty had tickled her until they were both on the floor giggling, the puppy leaping around them. "Look at you, your school uniform is covered with hair." Emma remembered the warmth of the dog, the delicious fawn belly wriggling in her small hands. "Emma, do get up, darling," Freya had said. Liberty had taught her well, and even as a child she instinctively detected the harmonious notes of the scent accord that to her conjured "home." Some people's memories lie in images or songs, but for Emma it was always fragrance. That's what she remembered-the certain smell of home, of coffee percolating, fresh toast, the dry biscuit smell of the dog as he pawed at the green enamel "Head Girl" badge pinned to her woolen sweater. Emma was curled up in the dog basket by the stove, eating toast as she cuddled Charles's new pug puppy. She was flapping her arms as she talked, and Freya was doubled over laughing. It must have been the late 1970s, because, against the morning sun, Liberty's hair was a chestnut halo of Kate Bush crimping, and Blondie was on the radio. You know me, I never did stop rabbiting on, did I, darling?Īn image of Liberty came to Emma then-her mother sitting on the kitchen table in her grandmother Freya's house. I said, "Do you really think I can distill a lifetime's worth of experience into a single letter? Can I say everything I want to my daughter on a few sheets of paper?" I cannot. 2012.You see, Em, the trouble is they-the doctors that is-said it will give me "closure" (what a ghastly word), to leave a letter for you. Information kindly supplied by Barry Cohen with notes taken from 'Cavern After Hours', a book written by Barry Cohen, published by AuthorHouse ().Īll recorded and photographic material copyright B. This will be released on Acid Jazz Records in 2012.įor more information on Perfumed Garden and other bands from the Merseyside area in the 1960s, you can purchase the book Cavern After Hours or visit Barry Cohen's website:Ĭharlie Berwick (vocals), Barry Cohen (keyboards), John Fitzgibbon (lead guitar), Les Higgins (bass guitar), Peter Pates (drums), Dave Goldberg (keyboards).
PERFUMED GARDEN STORY MOD
Professionally remastered versions of the two recordings presented will be available on Rare Mod (Volume Four), a compilation series of obscure British 1960s bands and their recordings. The Perfumed Garden were playing alongside other local Merseyside bands such as Curiosity Shoppe and The Klubs. The band carried on with Dave Goldberg replacing Barry Cohen who left in 1969. The band were disillusioned with the end results of the recording and neglected to release it as a single. They chose to record a song by Young Rascals (A Girl Like You) and Cover Girl (originally performed by Skip Bifferty, a recording group from Newcastle).
They then set off to record their own songs in a local recording studio called CAM studios based in Moorfields, Liverpool. The band auditioned for CBS records in a West London club, but were turned down. Cohen auditioned for Perfumed Garden in 1968. Barry Cohen had previously played in local groups such as The Wild Things, Tomorrow's People and the Washington Soul Band. Perfumed Garden originated from Liverpool.
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