THE MAN WHO SET A THOUSAND NOSES TWITCHING
Our story starts with our founder, William Penhaligon. A humble Cornish barber who rose to the Royal Court, and trimmed the Shah of Persia’s beard.
William H. Penhaligon enters the world on the 27th January, spending the formative years of his life in Madron, Penzance. It is here that the dreamer concocted his grand plan to pursue success as an olfactory entertainer and dab-handed barber.
William Penhaligon and his family make their move to London, settling in with a Penhaligon relative, Henry, in Rochester Row, Westminster.
William Penhaligon opens his barber shop on Jermyn Street and proceeds to trim the tresses of many of Mayfair’s bright young things.
William creates his first fragrance, Hammam Bouquet, inspired by the Turkish Baths where he was resident barber. It’s exotic. It’s exciting. It causes quite a stir. His customers clamour for more. William, of course, obliged.
Walter Penhaligon inherits the business from his father, William Henry, and proceeds to dazzle the darlings of society with his delightful concoctions.
Walter Penhaligon proves the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, being commissioned to create the iconic Blenheim Bouquet for the 9th Duke of Marlborough.
Upon hearing the news of William Penhaligon’s passing, Queen Alexandra awards Penhaligon’s with its first Royal Warrant.
William Jr. creates his unique take on a classic Fougère, English Fern, oozing in bucolic Englishness.
Purveyor of port, Sir Percy Croft, catches wind of Walter Penhaligon’s perfume prowess, and commissions Douro’s concoction, named after the region in Portugal from whence the port originates.
What joy! Penhaligon’s is awarded its second Royal Warrant by HRH The Duke of Edinburgh. We’re becoming royally well regarded, wouldn’t you agree?
Extract Of Limes reinvigorates the nation with zest and zeal.
Our iconic Wellington Street opens its doors, flooding the environs of Covent Garden with the glorious scent of Penhaligon’s. Concoctions were bottled on the premises, bath oils were created in the basements, and finished products were sealed with ribbon around a square stopper – until William’s great granddaughter revealed to us the error of our ways, presenting Penhaligon’s with an original bottle of Hammam Bouquet, complete with the round stopper we are familiar with today.
Penhaligon’s Anthology collection flourishes, a result of rediscovered recipes from our founder. The Floral Waters Collection ushers in the birth of Night Scented Stock. The hazy drydown of a heliotrope – Stocks give off their scent at night-time, Penhaligon’s brings this scent into the light. Its pleasing aroma can be smelt as plain as day.
Originally created, but not sold, in the 1870s to be slipped into the pockets of Mister Penhaligon’s most privileged clients, Jubilee Bouquet sees a revival in honour of Her Majesty The Queen’s silver jubilee. The extravagant floral woody, crowned with jasmine and sandalwood, possesses an olive-green tinge, a result of Walnut leaf extract.
A pure and unadulterated distillation of the scent of bluebell woods. No name suits it better – Bluebell is born! It turns the heads of devotees from fashion to politics, and even royalty – though to divulge much more, now that would be telling.
Sissinghurst Castle delights in new-found glory, its rose garden honoured with the creation of Elisabethan Rose, a redolent double rose Soliflor inspired by said gardens.
The Palace smells of Penhaligon’s, as we are bestowed with a further Royal Warrant from HRH The Prince of Wales.
Penhaligon’s strength and endurance is marked by the creation of an Oak inspired scent – Quercus, the English national tree – which takes root in the heart of Penhaligon’s stores.
The forest quivers with anticipation as elusive Artemisia saunters into Penhaligon’s boutiques. Goddesses around the globe commence the hunt for her scent.
The handsome shepherd, Endymion, grows weary of his good looks and chooses to charm the world with his equally appealing scent, taking respite amidst further Penhaligon’s fragrances.
Penhaligon’s sets itself apart from fellow perfumers, partnering with Savile Row tailors Norton & Sons to create Sartorial, a classic concoction cut from a different cloth.
Juniper Sling intoxicates the globe! The roaring twenties are set in full swing once again.
Iris Prima, a floral woody scent created in partnership with the English National Ballet, sissonnes into the spotlight.
The First Trade Routes fragrances, Empressa, Lothair and Levantium grace Penhaligon’s with their presence.
The fabled black rose of Halfeti undergoes its premier plucking, many are immediately besotted, pierced by love’s fragrant thorn.
We pay homage to our humble beginnings on Jermyn Street, No. 33 to be precise, addressing the new Eau De Cologne as such.
Luna’s scent descends from on high, imbuing the air of Penhaligon’s with her beauty. Her followers meander for miles in the moonlight in pursuit of her divinity. Her handsome lover, Endymion, gains strength as a new iteration joins Penhaligon’s flock of fragrances, Endymion Concentre. Bergamot dances off suede, coffee and geranium. Who says beauty must fade?
The founding fragrances of the esteemed Portraits family, The Tragedy of Lord George, The Revenge of Lady Blanche, The Coveted Duchess Rose and Much Ado About The Duke take residence in Penhaligon’s stores. Scandal ensues.
Elisabethan Rose and Penhaligon’s reunite, reimagined by the hands (and nose) of Alienor Massenet. The floral fragrance is fit for a Queen! Its loyal subjects stand in awe, and curtsy in respect.
Penhaligon’s pries open the apothecary tables of ancient Egypt, but to no avail. The empty-handed journey back from Cairo allows us time to smell the roses – how very pleasing they were! We decide to use the city of Cairo as a muse – Damascan Rose is macerated in an overdose of woods and spices – the scent mirrors the city. Cairo instantly enthrals, yet reveals deeper treasures over time.
The new leading lady and mother of Blenheim Palace, The Favourite, emerges upon a sandalwood stage. Her scent fills the Royal dressing room, her influence spans to the infinite, golden mimosa sways society’s opinion. Leave it to her, it’s better that way. She greets with a darling smile, charming and coy, innocent as a wildflower. Yet, layers peel away like mandarin and bergamot.
William H. Penhaligon enters the world on the 27th January, spending the formative years of his life in Madron, Penzance. It is here that the dreamer concocted his grand plan to pursue success as an olfactory entertainer and dab-handed barber.
William Penhaligon and his family make their move to London, settling in with a Penhaligon relative, Henry, in Rochester Row, Westminster.
William creates his first fragrance, Hammam Bouquet, inspired by the Turkish Baths where he was resident barber. It’s exotic. It’s exciting. It causes quite a stir. His customers clamour for more. William, of course, obliged.
William Penhaligon opens his barber shop on Jermyn Street and proceeds to trim the tresses of many of Mayfair’s bright young things.
Upon hearing the news of William Penhaligon’s passing, Queen Alexandra awards Penhaligon’s with its first Royal Warrant.
Walter Penhaligon inherits the business from his father, William Henry, and proceeds to dazzle the darlings of society with his delightful concoctions.
William Jr. creates his unique take on a classic Fougère, English Fern, oozing in bucolic Englishness.
Walter Penhaligon proves the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, being commissioned to create the iconic Blenheim Bouquet for the 9th Duke of Marlborough.
Purveyor of port, Sir Percy Croft, catches wind of Walter Penhaligon’s perfume prowess, and commissions Douro’s concoction, named after the region in Portugal from whence the port originates.
What joy! Penhaligon’s is awarded its second Royal Warrant by HRH The Duke of Edinburgh. We’re becoming royally well regarded, wouldn’t you agree?
Extract Of Limes reinvigorates the nation with zest and zeal.
Penhaligon’s Anthology collection flourishes, a result of rediscovered recipes from our founder. The Floral Waters Collection ushers in the birth of Night Scented Stock. The hazy drydown of a heliotrope – Stocks give off their scent at night-time, Penhaligon’s brings this scent into the light. Its pleasing aroma can be smelt as plain as day.
Our iconic Wellington Street opens its doors, flooding the environs of Covent Garden with the glorious scent of Penhaligon’s. Concoctions were bottled on the premises, bath oils were created in the basements, and finished products were sealed with ribbon around a square stopper – until William’s great granddaughter revealed to us the error of our ways, presenting Penhaligon’s with an original bottle of Hammam Bouquet, complete with the round stopper we are familiar with today.
Originally created, but not sold, in the 1870s to be slipped into the pockets of Mister Penhaligon’s most privileged clients, Jubilee Bouquet sees a revival in honour of Her Majesty The Queen’s silver jubilee. The extravagant floral woody, crowned with jasmine and sandalwood, possesses an olive-green tinge, a result of Walnut leaf extract.
A pure and unadulterated distillation of the scent of bluebell woods. No name suits it better – Bluebell is born! It turns the heads of devotees from fashion to politics, and even royalty – though to divulge much more, now that would be telling.
Penhaligon’s strength and endurance is marked by the creation of an Oak inspired scent – Quercus, the English national tree – which takes root in the heart of Penhaligon’s stores.
Sissinghurst Castle delights in new-found glory, its rose garden honoured with the creation of Elisabethan Rose, a redolent double rose Soliflor inspired by said gardens.
Iris Prima, a floral woody scent created in partnership with the English National Ballet, sissonnes into the spotlight.
The fabled black rose of Halfeti undergoes its premier plucking, many are immediately besotted, pierced by love’s fragrant thorn.
The Palace smells of Penhaligon’s, as we are bestowed with a further Royal Warrant from HRH The Prince of Wales.
We pay homage to our humble beginnings on Jermyn Street, No. 33 to be precise, addressing the new Eau De Cologne as such.
The forest quivers with anticipation as elusive Artemisia saunters into Penhaligon’s boutiques. Goddesses around the globe commence the hunt for her scent.
Luna’s scent descends from on high, imbuing the air of Penhaligon’s with her beauty. Her followers meander for miles in the moonlight in pursuit of her divinity. Her handsome lover, Endymion, gains strength as a new iteration joins Penhaligon’s flock of fragrances, Endymion Concentre. Bergamot dances off suede, coffee and geranium. Who says beauty must fade?
The handsome shepherd, Endymion, grows weary of his good looks and chooses to charm the world with his equally appealing scent, taking respite amidst further Penhaligon’s fragrances.
Penhaligon’s sets itself apart from fellow perfumers, partnering with Savile Row tailors Norton & Sons to create Sartorial, a classic concoction cut from a different cloth.
The founding fragrances of the esteemed Portraits family, The Tragedy of Lord George, The Revenge of Lady Blanche, The Coveted Duchess Rose and Much Ado About The Duke take residence in Penhaligon’s stores. Scandal ensues.
Juniper Sling intoxicates the globe! The roaring twenties are set in full swing once again.
The First Trade Routes fragrances, Empressa, Lothair and Levantium grace Penhaligon’s with their presence.
Elisabethan Rose and Penhaligon’s reunite, reimagined by the hands (and nose) of Alienor Massenet. The floral fragrance is fit for a Queen! Its loyal subjects stand in awe, and curtsy in respect.
Penhaligon’s pries open the apothecary tables of ancient Egypt, but to no avail. The empty-handed journey back from Cairo allows us time to smell the roses – how very pleasing they were! We decide to use the city of Cairo as a muse – Damascan Rose is macerated in an overdose of woods and spices – the scent mirrors the city. Cairo instantly enthrals, yet reveals deeper treasures over time.
The new leading lady and mother of Blenheim Palace, The Favourite, emerges upon a sandalwood stage. Her scent fills the Royal dressing room, her influence spans to the infinite, golden mimosa sways society’s opinion. Leave it to her, it’s better that way. She greets with a darling smile, charming and coy, innocent as a wildflower. Yet, layers peel away like mandarin and bergamot.
