It’s a strange thing when a solid sandstone farmhouse, built by convict hands in 1823, grabs your soul. I now find myself living on an island at the bottom of the world, surrounded by extraordinary beauty, and extraordinary people. I keep getting asked - why have you chosen to live here? The answer: once you get past the falling in love with a gorgeous Georgian farmhouse bit, is that I’ve found a place where I can dream and live a more meaningful life connected to my creative purpose.

While I still do some city hustling in Sydney and Melbourne for a week or so every month, I get to escape down south to a little pocket of Tasmania, located about 25 minutes north of Hobart, where I’m building my “paddock to perfume” farm.

Watch the video above to get a glimpse of my little adventure so far...