Sophistication is your middle name. You have a penchant for the company of the well-educated and equally well dressed and a fondness for a well-mixed drink. You’re versed in the airs and graces of good manners and good society and, of course, believe in the best service and the finest quality. You believe in doing some things the old-fashioned way, but by no means forgetting about the future. Tradition with a modern twist: that’s the name of your game and your scent to compliment. There’s always a dimly lit booth and a sinfully dry Martini with your name on it. Stirred of course, never shaken.
Gifts To Cause A Stir
We all have our own definition of the perfect gift. But there’s little debate as to where it will be found. Why, Penhaligon’s of course. Consider these fragrances, won’t you? Your recipient will be delighted, no matter how they take their gifts.
The handsome young Duke’s peppery rose fragrance sets hearts aflutter – but not the ones you might think. His wife, the most coveted girl in London, seems not to interest him at all. Fancy that.
Savile Row’s classic scent: steam, lavender, vanilla. Strictly for dapper gents.
I say, Mr Penhaligon himself! He enters in a vetiver haze – warm, fresh and earthy. With a scent this good, there’s no wonder he’s the only trusted perfumer of High Society’s ladies and gents.
A cologne of some sophistication, named for the iconic English oak. Basil and lemon as fresh as a mountain stream, sweet jasmine, and a woody, mossy depth that brings one happily back to earth.
What-ho! As dry and fresh as the best gin – or the best of British humour. Lemon, black pepper and pine. This eau de toilette was first created for the Duke of Marlborough, and by jove it shows.
This Hand Will Win Their Heart
Discover Gifting
Sometimes one must travel the world to sniff out life’s gifts. And, other times, such delights are right under your nose. With this tantalising trio of Trade Routes candles, the latter is the case.
Maduro Leaf, Roanoke Ivy and Comoros Pearl.
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The sun shrouds the senses in a haze of tuberose. Winds cradle heady white flowers – intoxicated by warmth, succoured by spice. A sensual candle plucked straight from the heart of perfumed islands.
