Sometimes the Victorians are good fun. Not intentionally fun, you understand because they took themselves pretty seriously. They’re fun in the sense that they are always jostling one another to take home first prize in the propriety contest. That competition was such a feature of the 19th century, “I’m really much more respectable than you dear.” The losers were not respectable, and their behavior was not in good taste, or “not for common consumption”, as my mother used to say.
Well it seems that Victoria herself came in for some criticism from those dreaded taste doyennes of the 19th century: parisiennes. You see the queen had musk in her perfume. Continue reading