As a kid, I dreamt of owning a tiny little boutique, an apothecary with bottles of tinctures, oils, herbs, blends and fragrances that transport you to a world far away. I spent a good number of days in various shops, trying out testers, finding the plethora of choices a splendid dilemma. I remember going home each time with shopping bags filled with all kinds of fragrant goodies wrapped in the most delicate of butter papers in pastel shades. My fondest memories were of these round balls filled w...