Turning heads comes oh-so naturally to you, and why wouldn’t it? You’ve been doing since you were knee high. Well-heeled with a winning charisma and rather fetching to boot. The life of the party and your scent enlivens a room with an unmistakable charm. Who wants to fit in when you’re having this much fun sticking out? You’re partial to a gin – the only fitting tonic – though you’re more than willing to break tradition when it comes to a garish garnish. Something citrussy? Perhaps. Elderflower? So overdone, darling. Ah, yes, basil.
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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.
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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.
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.
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.
A warm Mediterranean breeze bears the scent of orange blossom down a hillside. Neroli spills sun-born freshness; a smile spreads involuntarily across one’s face. Spanish summer, in an eau de toilette.
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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.
A perfumed hand cream for devotees of the Moon Goddess. Anoint hands with orange, jasmine, soft rose and fir balsam and she will surrender a night’s sleep for you, without a shadow of a doubt.
Foliage creeps up the lost garden to stir the night sky. Earthy ivy. Luscious fruits. Soft flowers and softer woods. A scented candle that’s all smoke and mirrors. Paradise never smelled so sweet.
