a scent story…
When I tell people that I grew up in a small Lancashire market-town, with it’s steep cobbled streets and even steeper factory chimneys, a town that sits defiantly on the edge of the great Pennine Hills, the image that is often conjured up is one of a bleak, foreboding place. The truth, however, is quite the contrary. For me, the memories of my childhood are that of a place filled with colour, life, and vibrancy.
Of all of these memories, none is more-so vivid than that of the hazy days at the end of summer, when the wind-swept hills of gorse and brush surrounding my home-town would transform into a blazing carpet of triumphant purple, trumpeting the arrival of autumn. It is this memory that inspires the second scent in Carl Mullaney London’s signature collection.
Earthy, aromatic, and majestic.
The mystery of the moors…
02. wild heather.
