Golden Thread was born from a memory - one of those golden, endless childhood summers growing up on the beaches of Torquay.
I wanted to capture the feeling of early morning sunlight streaming through the windows, the scent of jasmine drifting in from the garden.

I remember coconut and banana sticky ice creams on the sand, and the warmth of sun-soaked skin after long days swimming in the ocean.The amber and skin musks in the dry down give it a soft, radiant warmth - like sunlight lingering on your skin.

It’s nostalgic, comforting and quietly sensual - a golden thread tying the past to the present.

Ghost Lover began as a deeply personal pursuit - a fragrance to bring calm and solace. As someone who has lived with anxiety, I have often gravitated towards dark vanilla scents for comfort and grounding. After months of exploration, I set out to convey this in fragrance.

To fulfil the velvety richness and depth I required, I chose Madagascan Vanilla and Peru Balsam of the highest quality. Once I had created a version of the fragrance I was happy with, I realised I had inadvertently created a scent memory which made me giggle and blush all at once, a fragrance that was simultaneously comforting and a little bit naughty.

Skin warmed sheets, a hint of spice on the pillowcase and the imprint of a handsome man from the night before.

Ghost Lover showcases the duality of intimate sensuality with feeling reassured and comforted.

Ambrosia was inspired by a memory of one hot summer's day in Blois, France. While exploring the outskirts of town, we stumbled upon a crumbling 18th-century townhouse.

The grand staircase had collapsed and the marble grand entry had trees growing up through the tiles and into the second floor. The back courtyard revealed a once beautiful structured garden overcome with wild flowers and ivy. Sweet dried grasses swayed in the heat, rambling roses covered marble statues.

The air was heavy with hazy summer heat, sweet osmanthus and white honey. An ancient orchard of sun-ripened stone fruits lay beyond, its scent of nectar entwined with wild jasmine and ivy climbing the crumbling stone walls. In the dappled light, it felt like time was holding its breath.