There is nothing cold about this scent. It’s a warm touch on the shoulder, as you are entangled in green vines of black licorice. The spices and gentle sweetness will warm your surroundings. The is climate change for your skin.
Dark corners of a room seem to creep and reach out as the midnight clouds steal the last remaining shards of moonlight. Memories of smoky dreams are lost within your mind. Ruminating over the scent of mystery and nightfall, the fire you went through drifts along the air, the spices of heartache linger on the skin. Assured, you know morning will come, the darkness will subside, and the theory that everything remains dreadful will be smashed and broken.
Here is a calibrated balance between the subtle scent of the “paper flowers” and the woody notes of sacred incenses and rare roots. It’s not only for men. Mystic and silent like dusk on the lake: from its grey reflection in the water it takes also its silver association.
A pink composition of floral notes, dedicated to the Queen of Lake Maggiore, the scented Winter Camellia. Displaying unexpected spicy accents it is persuasive and powerful while being dressed in soft pink tones.
Flowers spiked with grit, laying next to a disheveled bed and a pair of black Doc Martens… This is the Dirty Flower Factory machine, made up of jasmine, rose, orange blossom, spiced with pepper and grounded with musk and ambergris. A scent for those that don’t want to smell pretty all the time.
“I’d long wanted to make a scent for Ealing, my adopted home. I met my husband at Ealing Studios on Ealing Green, at a wedding. Then I was invited to make a midsummer scent for a charity evening, using plants and flowers named in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, so I combined the two ideas and created the scent of Ealing Green on a summer evening, but in the early 17th Century.” – Sarah.
It has white thyme, green grass, violets and lavender, geraniums and roses, with an earthy base.
Inspired by a montage of the imagination and life affirming experiences with nature’s most stately creature, Equus, especially during a magnificent ride through historic mountains with spectacular views of the Manua Kea. The seemingly touchable clouds began to gracefully swirl, during that special, magical moment at twilight, setting the sky ablaze of pink, pale purple and rose, a fading blue sky, the sun gracefully slipping into the ocean…
The initial opening is of spicy notes of Cardamom, Clove, Pimento Berry and Bois de Rose, evolving into leathery notes that harmonize with Saffron Absolute and Myrrh. The base transforms into notes of precious woods, Patchouli, Vetiver from Haiti, hints of Feu De Bois and White Musk, under a delicate veil of Bulgarian Rose; possessing a prominent presence and a long lasting trail of seduction.
“It’s non-stop go-go-go. Energetic with a creative and intellectual fizz. Power-walking to a breakfast meeting over the Brooklyn Bridge. A lazy May afternoon in the sun at Park Slope, warmth on the skin. Small flowers in the grass. Fresh air. It’s life on the sidewalk, early summer breezes, the glow from the lighting in bars and diners, bright apartments with books. Cocktails with friends.
It’s a musky citrus fragrance. A fresh, spicy, fizzy head, with notes of bergamot, squeezed lemon and orange juice. Incense, cardamom, ozonic notes. A floral heart, with magnolia and orris root. And a base of white woods, benzoin, amber and musks.
“This feeling of an ancient city, but with a freshness, a modernity. An old luxury and a new confidence. Sometimes clichés are in the popular imagination for all the right reasons. This is the meeting of two continents and two cultures. Coffee. Creaminess. Leather. Suede. Spices. Incense. Waking up in the Moda, crossing the Bosphorus, and a balmy night in Karaköy.”
An ambery, woody, spicy fragrance. A fresh aromatic head, with notes of bergamot, cardamom, red thyme. A woody, aromatic heart, with lavender absolute, Egyptian geranium essence, patchouli heart and sweet myrrh (opoponax) essence. And basenotes of sandalwood, vanilla, tonka bean, amber and musks.
“It’s addictive, big, small, soaring, down to earth, and done with a wicked sense of humour. East end boys and west end girls. Second-hand leather jackets. Creative, new, old, beautiful, ugly, rich, poor. All rubbing along. It’s a wet spring. Roses from Columbia Rd. Georgian architecture. A hint of dustiness. An earthy lush wetness you can almost taste.”
It’s a floral leather fragrance. With a watery green head, of cucumber and violet leaves. A floral heart, with Rose de Mai Absolute, rose oil and orris root. And basenotes of leather, sandalwood, patchouli, and cedarwood.
“Sun. White, yellow, bright. Gold jewelry on tanned skin. A lingering 1970s glamour. It’s sexy, it’s a party. It’s life in the bubble. It’s walking along the beach, naked skin, feeling relaxed, languorous, but it’s the big city, there’s noise, people and a sense of intensity and madness. It’s stopping at the juice stall on Dizengoff. It’s Bauhaus. It’s heat, sweat, cigarette smoke, flowers on the balconies overhead.”
This is a bright, sunny, floral fruity fragrance. A fresh, fruity head, and notes of clementine, bergamot, and blackcurrant bud. A floral heart with jasmine sambac absolute, Comoros’ ylang ylang, rose oil and freesia. And a warm, musky base with sandalwood, musks, Deer’s Tongue absolute (liatrix) and benzoin.
Those moments when scent lingers longer than expected. Warmth and bright new mornings collide when passersby glance, noting something different in the air. Eyes close as they take in dark-roasted coffee, vanilla and amber. Their usual route is abandoned; it’s you they follow.