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Back in William’s day, any self-respecting London dandy could be found bouncing around between Jermyn Street and St. James's Street. Here, a gentleman’s every tailoring and grooming need could be tended, to an impeccable standard.

It goes without saying that we are partial to a good cup of tea here at Penhaligon’s. But where did the British obsession with tea begin?

Many a work of art is greater than the sum of its parts. A painting, with its carefully composed shades, hues and textures. A piece of music, with floaty highs, sinewy middles and deep basses, coming together in perfect harmony.

Have you ever paused to take in the scent of a fresh rose and felt instantly uplifted? This is no mere coincidence.