Perfumer H, Crawford Street, London
Perfumer H, Crawford Street, London

As I walked up the Crawford Street in Marylebone, London, towards the new Perfumer H store, I must admit that I had a fair few butterflies in my stomach. I’m a nervous person at the best of times, but I was especially so on this occasion because I was on my way to meet Lyn Harris, the nose that puts the ‘Perfumer’ and the ‘H’ into Perfumer H. Harris’ CV precedes her, having built the hugely successful fragrance house, Miller Harris, from scratch in her early twenties, to the global lifestyle brand that it is today, Harris has a knack for making unfussy perfumes with a spirit of clarity. This spirit is not lost in Perfumer H however, it is presented in an entirely different way.

Stepping across the threshold of Perfumer H, I needn’t have been worried or been nervous at all, as the whole experience was an entirely relaxed affair, from the setup of the shop to the rather insightful chat I had with Harris herself over a cup of hot bergamot tea. As I enter the store, I’m greeted by a dog snoozing calmly on the chair. His name is Pop and he’s a handsome border terrier who, quite rightly, appears rather at home amongst the inviting, yet surprisingly minimal decor of the store. The presence of Pop cements the fact that Perfumer H is not a brand in the typical sense, with a pre-defined personality or ethos. Instead, Perfumer H is an extension of Lyn Harris, and its personality is Lyn as she is today, and it says what she wants to say, all through the medium of olfaction.

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Candy's Christmas Edit
Candy’s Christmas Edit

That’s right, I’m about to drop a whole heap of Yuletide realness in your browsers. I apologise in advance, but at this time of year it’s simply jolly good fun to do a gift guide, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. Over the coming weeks you will be treated to four gift guides, starting with this one and ending with an installment in my Escentual column. I want to point you to a veritable cornucopia of scented awesomeness this Christmas with guides that look at affordable, wallet-destroying and quirky yuletide fragrances for the body and home.

We start today with scented candles and a confession: I blinking well love a fragranced candle. To me, there are few joys more pleasant than walking through the front door at home and being greeted by an intense wave of delightful fragrance, all of which emanates from one simple flame. In this guide you will find five scented candles, some from well-known brands and others from more subversive outfits, but all with The Candy Perfume Boy’s seal of approval. Each has excellent project and longevity, and will make a wonderful treat this Christmas.

Robbie Honey White Floral Candles
Robbie Honey White Floral Candles

Regular visitors may know that I have somewhat of a predilection for white florals. Actually, that’s an understatement, and I should correct myself by saying that, in truth, I blinking love anything that sends forth a hefty wind of white floral loveliness. My favourite fragrances are classics like Robert Piguet’s Fracas (a vampish tuberose) and Cartier’s La Panthère (a feline gardenia), and a thousand others. I’m an addict with no intention of curbing my lust for hot white petals anytime soon.

So, imagine my glee when I heard that a line of white floral-inspired scented candles just launched. The line comes from “one of London’s most foremost florists [and] Floral Creative”, Robbie Honey, who is launching his lifestyle brand with four candles (each with a 60hr burn time) inspired by white flowers, specifically; ‘Muguet des Bois’, ‘Jasmine’, ‘Casa Blanca’ and ‘Tuberose’. Of course I was immediately drawn to the heady, intoxicating signature of the Tuberose (I just can’t help myself) which, as you will see, lives up to the resplendent nature of its floral muse.

“In a garden filled with night-blooming that I first became hypnotized by their intoxicating fragrance. Cut after nightfall, their creamy petals exude an intense perfume; softened with sandalwood and amber.”

– Robbie Honey