Layton

My mother recognised the era it evokes instantly. The drydown gives the Penhaligon’s a kindness that saves it from severity. Few things I own give me more quiet satisfaction.

I tested it on paper first, then on skin, and skin wins. I detect a faint saltiness in the middle that I love. There is no substitute for it in my wardrobe.

This is the one I save for evenings that matter. A stately floral that never raises its voice.

Powdery in the best sense, like clean skin after perfume. The Lavender rounds off an otherwise sharp opening.