“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.
Floralust is the first floral fragrance created by Agonist. Floralust is an olfactory journey through the scents of nature, dominated by the queen of all flowers: the rose. Ethereal as the summer breeze, with a bit of bite at the end that pulls you into an elegant floral vortex. They dream of surprising, flowering again like nature in the springtime, overt femininity is reconciled with the freedom of expression. FLORALUST celebrates a renewed spontaneity, light but not frivolous, and of course striking. An invisible flower bouquet to be gifted with grace.
“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.
A scent inspired by the enigmatic shaman Queen Himiko of the ancient Japan, whose life was a mystery and not much has been recorded. The characters used to represent the name Himiko mean “sun child,” or “sun daughter” in archaic Japanese, and it is interesting to note that later Japanese rulers claimed to be descendants of the sun goddess. The fragrance is a sensual and carnal interpretation of a historic female icon.