St. Petersburg, circa 1897
Mr Bojnokopff’s Purple Hat is the title of my most elaborate feat of illusion, which had astounded and enthralled viewers, en masse in years gone by.
Hastily filling my grand, purple suede top hat with the finest French lavender, vanilla and lashings of rich Belgian chocolate, creating a small explosion, resulting in a thick plume of white smoke.
Smoke dissipating, my vanishing act begins, with mouths agape as my hat is all that remains on stage.
This has now been branded pretentious, hackneyed and “of its time”.
I always preferred a nice woody gourmand anyway!