A masterpiece of tailoring. A citrus cologne, with architecture far more formal, crisp and aristocratic than a simple white shirt. The setting is Blenheim. Imposing, immutable, indeed a national treasure, we are at the home of the Duke of Marlborough. He for whom this bespoke scent was first made.
Just like the most refined British humour, it is dry. (Churchill was a fan.) Like the best gin, aromatic. Whilst being as crisp as fresh laundry. It is as versatile as a bow-tie. An invigorating daytime cocktail of citrus oils, spices and woods. From a simple Cornish barber (Mr. Penhaligon) to contemporary urban beards: Blenheim Bouquet has always transcended the infidelities of Time.
An adult gourmand. Spring flowers fill the air as day light fades. A tea-time picnic on an immaculate lawn, with the very best china cups. Poetic clouds of childhood fill the air. Delightful and delicious. But not as innocent as it first appears.
Despite violet, almond cup cakes and chantilly accord. Orange blossom makes this all terribly refined.
Brown sugar, delicious skin. Whatever would Nanny say now? Watery jasmine, bitter orange and Oriental richness… Benzoin Siam and Ambrox Comforting and provocative all at once - so delicately enchanting.
A dominant aquatic sage-salt note charges the air with life, as the sky holds tight a soft storm. Nature imposing, untamed. A blasted heath that is at once stimulating and exhilarating. Its rugged freshness stands tall atop the cliffs. Infinity unfolds above, beyond.
Crashing into the ancient British coastal shore, ocean explodes against rock. Hints of seaweed, an accent in ascent. A horizon that tells the story of journeys past as green leaves underfoot draw one back to land. Woods (Alaskan Cedarwood, Gaiacwood) structure a base that is strong. Deep musks and vetiver complete the journey into the senses. A Patchouli tobacco and whisky finale delivers the reassurance of the warm hearth back home
Aquatic-berries flavour an invigorating breeze and the coastline marches ahead. Below, outstretched an infinite sea, blustering with the beauty of Nature untamed. Unfolding all around, profound consolation and exhilaration. Illumination and inspiration.
A painterly scene. The familiar tableau of shore against raging sea. The air is crisp from a soft minerality. Wild fruit adds sparkle, berries, pink pepper, green leaves crushed underfoot, eglantine rose, hawthorn, a touch of the rugged. Nature’s magic is abundant. Red earth (pink peppercorn) and musks, add a welcome hint of the carnal, Nature’s seductive power hits a high. Moss and woods root the altitudes to the earth, Mother Nature silently rejoices. A precious memory of the British Isles on a light flooded morning lost, as we were, in reverie.