Eau de Parfums
Bronzed skin glistening … honey dew. Jasmine, Nectarine, Coconut Milk, Peach & a delicate skin friendly composition of white musks & pheromones…
Languid bodies entwined beneath collapsing evening light.
Bronzed skin glimmers in slow motion; freckled shoulders warmed by the final heat of the day.
Silk musks melt into salted nectar and honeyed beeswax, creating the illusion of skin illuminated from within.
Jasmine sambac unfurls against spilled coconut milk and soft peppered pheromones.
A humid floral pulse suspended between innocence and temptation.
Golden nectar drips through warm hay, tobacco leaf and sunlit coumarin.
The sensation is intimate, almost feverish — as though memory itself has taken physical form.
Cool violet leaf cuts gently through the warmth like a moment of hesitation beneath all the radiance.
There is something emotionally divided at the heart of the composition.
One body leaning toward the future, the other still aching for the past.
Amber woods, skin musks and animalic traces cling to the air long after touch has disappeared.
The result is both dazzling and bruised; sensual yet reflective.
A perfume that glows beautifully while carrying the quiet fracture of desire beneath its surface.
KARTUSHYA 100ml EDP Parfum
(The singularly most requested item in the Jonathan Ward product portfolio).
A soldier’s love song (retold in scent).
The forest air caught in wool. Birch smoke drifting through twilight. Tobacco, cognac and folded letters carried close to the heart. Twists of nature’s ‘green lace’ dill seed
Kartushya is a fragrance of distance and devotion; a portrait of warmth carried through cold places. Pine, rosemary and dill seed lead into a rich accord of cognac, organic black pepper and rose tobacco before settling into amber, birchwood and patchouli.
A portrait of tender bravado cast passionately across the chant of a song.
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As per client’s request, the Jonathan Ward ‘Choose your own perfume adventure set’ allows an individual set to be composed as a gift or ‘just for you’
Choose from five uniquely individual EDP concepts.
Select from the options available or “Choose your own perfume Adventure” and email jonathan@thejonathanward.com to make it your own
COUMAKATCHA
A modern unisex composition built around Jonathan Ward’s enduring fascination with tonka bean and the hypnotic warmth of coumarin. Coumakatcha moves with softness and depth, balancing vintage sensuality against a distinctly contemporary structure.
The scent opens with an intimate accord of civet, soft tobacco, hay, patchouli and ambroxan — smoky, skin-like and quietly addictive. At its heart, generous waves of coumarin and tonka bean merge with rose absolute and oakmoss, creating a velvet warmth that feels both nostalgic and refined. Violet leaf, cashmeran, pepper and iso-e-super lift the composition into something luminous, modern and endlessly wearable.
FROOT
Fruit is one of perfumery’s most difficult territories — often falling between overly sweet synthetic blends or blunt citrus compositions lacking refinement. With Froot, Jonathan Ward set out to create something entirely different: a fruit fragrance with elegance, structure and sensual depth.
Inspired by the ingredient-led construction behind Fig Ultimatum, this composition moves away from cinematic storytelling and instead allows raw materials to take centre stage. Two intricate accords form the architecture of the scent. Ambergris, tonka bean and sandalwood melt into cashmeran and airy iso-e-super, creating a soft radiant base with warmth and lift.
Against this sensual platform sits an unexpected fusion of sweet fennel, lime and gamma nona lactone, smoothing sharp citrus edges into something creamy and modern. White grapefruit, bergamot and precious orange flower bring brightness and clarity, balancing tartness with sophistication.
The result is herbaceous citrus wrapped in woods and amber — fresh yet intimate, vibrant yet grounded.
THIS MIGHT BE LOVE
A fragrance inspired by the quiet science of human connection — the invisible pull toward someone who feels like safety, softness and home. This Might Be Love explores the delicate space where intuition, memory and desire begin to blur into one another.
Built around the idea of neuroception — the body’s silent instinct for trust and comfort — the scent unfolds with intimacy rather than drama. Warm skin-like musks, soft woods and luminous textures create an atmosphere that feels close, personal and emotionally charged. There is tenderness here, but also uncertainty: the magnetic tension of returning again and again to a feeling you cannot fully explain.
Unlike Jonathan Ward’s earlier historically driven creations, this composition was born from emotion itself — an attempt to capture the indescribable sensation of leaning into another person and momentarily feeling at peace within the world.
Included in the collection as its most vulnerable and atmospheric piece, This Might Be Love is less about spectacle and more about emotional gravity. A scent that lingers like memory, closeness and unanswered questions on skin.
THIS CAN’T BE LOVE
A fragrance about misread signals, emotional distortion and the dangerous beauty of believing something too deeply. This Can’t Be Love explores the space where instinct and longing collide — where the body becomes convinced of a truth the mind cannot fully trust.
Built around an elegant tension between iris and violet, the composition unfolds like a system quietly unravelling beneath composure. Orris and soft violet petals create a powdered intimacy that feels refined yet fragile, while Violet Leaf Absolute cuts through in sharp green flashes — vivid, restless and impossible to ignore.
Cashmeran and Ambercore form a warm persuasive undercurrent, wrapping the scent in the feeling of closeness and emotional gravity. Pink pepper sparks through the composition like electrical impulses mistaken for certainty, while traces of cade oil leave a smoky shadow at the edges — the faint burn of something already decided before clarity could arrive. Civet absolute lingers beneath it all, intimate and undeniable, suggesting that the signals were never imagined… only misunderstood.
Included in the collection as its most emotionally conflicted piece, This Can’t Be Love balances softness with disruption, beauty with disquiet. A harmonious chaos of violet, woods, skin and smoke that remains hauntingly unresolved on the wearer.
AS ADAM LEFT ATLAS
A fragrance about departure, ambition and transformation — the emotional portrait of a young man leaving the Atlas Mountains behind in search of a larger future. As Adam Left Atlas captures the tension between origin and modernity, carrying both worlds together within a single skin scent.
At its heart lies pure Atlas cedarwood, softened and weathered with patchouli, oakmoss, benzoin and labdanum. The result is warm, grounded and deeply human — a portrait of memory, roots and lived experience rather than rugged solitude.
Against this sits a second cedar structure: sharp, architectural and unmistakably modern. Norlimbanol, Ambercore, Suederal and Kohinool create a cool graphite precision, transforming cedar into something sleek, urban and futuristic. Sylvamber and Iso-E-Super bind these contrasting worlds together, acting like an invisible molecular bridge between past and present.
A fleeting introduction of petitgrain, bergamot, cassis and pepper opens the composition with brightness and movement before quickly stepping aside to reveal the true character beneath.
Included in the collection as its defining statement piece, As Adam Left Atlas is both deeply emotional and technically ambitious — a fragrance that merges heritage with modern molecular perfumery in a way that feels cinematic, elegant and unmistakably Jonathan Ward.
A bold evolution for admirers of Afreet, and perhaps the clearest expression yet of the Jonathan Ward aesthetic.
(Also add Cosimo, Mink Opal or Jaqueline’s Rose)
Bronzed skin glistening … honey dew. Jasmine, Nectarine, Coconut Milk, Peach & a delicate skin friendly composition of white musks & pheromones…
Languid bodies entwined beneath collapsing evening light.
Bronzed skin glimmers in slow motion; freckled shoulders warmed by the final heat of the day.
Silk musks melt into salted nectar and honeyed beeswax, creating the illusion of skin illuminated from within.
Jasmine sambac unfurls against spilled coconut milk and soft peppered pheromones.
A humid floral pulse suspended between innocence and temptation.
Golden nectar drips through warm hay, tobacco leaf and sunlit coumarin.
The sensation is intimate, almost feverish — as though memory itself has taken physical form.
Cool violet leaf cuts gently through the warmth like a thought that refuses to settle.
A moment of hesitation beneath all the radiance.
There is something emotionally divided at the heart of the composition.
One body leaning toward the future, the other still aching for the past.
Amber woods, skin musks and animalic traces cling to the air long after touch has disappeared.
The result is both dazzling and bruised; sensual yet reflective.
A perfume that glows beautifully while carrying the quiet fracture of desire beneath its surface.
One Full Year’s Work…
Last May I launched Mink Opal, the third Jonathan Ward perfume. Since then I have dedicated most of my spare creative time to the development of my craft. There have been some standout moments that captured both your interest and praise.
Five 30ml EDP intense perfumes in one idyllic collection set…
COUMAKATCHA
A modern unisex composition built around Jonathan Ward’s enduring fascination with tonka bean and the hypnotic warmth of coumarin. Coumakatcha moves with softness and depth, balancing vintage sensuality against a distinctly contemporary structure.
The scent opens with an intimate accord of civet, soft tobacco, hay, patchouli and ambroxan — smoky, skin-like and quietly addictive. At its heart, generous waves of coumarin and tonka bean merge with rose absolute and oakmoss, creating a velvet warmth that feels both nostalgic and refined. Violet leaf, cashmeran, pepper and iso-e-super lift the composition into something luminous, modern and endlessly wearable.
FROOT
Fruit is one of perfumery’s most difficult territories — often falling between overly sweet synthetic blends or blunt citrus compositions lacking refinement. With Froot, Jonathan Ward set out to create something entirely different: a fruit fragrance with elegance, structure and sensual depth.
Inspired by the ingredient-led construction behind Fig Ultimatum, this composition moves away from cinematic storytelling and instead allows raw materials to take centre stage. Two intricate accords form the architecture of the scent. Ambergris, tonka bean and sandalwood melt into cashmeran and airy iso-e-super, creating a soft radiant base with warmth and lift.
Against this sensual platform sits an unexpected fusion of sweet fennel, lime and gamma nona lactone, smoothing sharp citrus edges into something creamy and modern. White grapefruit, bergamot and precious orange flower bring brightness and clarity, balancing tartness with sophistication.
The result is herbaceous citrus wrapped in woods and amber — fresh yet intimate, vibrant yet grounded.
THIS MIGHT BE LOVE
A fragrance inspired by the quiet science of human connection — the invisible pull toward someone who feels like safety, softness and home. This Might Be Love explores the delicate space where intuition, memory and desire begin to blur into one another.
Built around the idea of neuroception — the body’s silent instinct for trust and comfort — the scent unfolds with intimacy rather than drama. Warm skin-like musks, soft woods and luminous textures create an atmosphere that feels close, personal and emotionally charged. There is tenderness here, but also uncertainty: the magnetic tension of returning again and again to a feeling you cannot fully explain.
Unlike Jonathan Ward’s earlier historically driven creations, this composition was born from emotion itself — an attempt to capture the indescribable sensation of leaning into another person and momentarily feeling at peace within the world.
Included in the collection as its most vulnerable and atmospheric piece, This Might Be Love is less about spectacle and more about emotional gravity. A scent that lingers like memory, closeness and unanswered questions on skin.
THIS CAN’T BE LOVE
A fragrance about misread signals, emotional distortion and the dangerous beauty of believing something too deeply. This Can’t Be Love explores the space where instinct and longing collide — where the body becomes convinced of a truth the mind cannot fully trust.
Built around an elegant tension between iris and violet, the composition unfolds like a system quietly unravelling beneath composure. Orris and soft violet petals create a powdered intimacy that feels refined yet fragile, while Violet Leaf Absolute cuts through in sharp green flashes — vivid, restless and impossible to ignore.
Cashmeran and Ambercore form a warm persuasive undercurrent, wrapping the scent in the feeling of closeness and emotional gravity. Pink pepper sparks through the composition like electrical impulses mistaken for certainty, while traces of cade oil leave a smoky shadow at the edges — the faint burn of something already decided before clarity could arrive. Civet absolute lingers beneath it all, intimate and undeniable, suggesting that the signals were never imagined… only misunderstood.
Included in the collection as its most emotionally conflicted piece, This Can’t Be Love balances softness with disruption, beauty with disquiet. A harmonious chaos of violet, woods, skin and smoke that remains hauntingly unresolved on the wearer.
AS ADAM LEFT ATLAS
A fragrance about departure, ambition and transformation — the emotional portrait of a young man leaving the Atlas Mountains behind in search of a larger future. As Adam Left Atlas captures the tension between origin and modernity, carrying both worlds together within a single skin scent.
At its heart lies pure Atlas cedarwood, softened and weathered with patchouli, oakmoss, benzoin and labdanum. The result is warm, grounded and deeply human — a portrait of memory, roots and lived experience rather than rugged solitude.
Against this sits a second cedar structure: sharp, architectural and unmistakably modern. Norlimbanol, Ambercore, Suederal and Kohinool create a cool graphite precision, transforming cedar into something sleek, urban and futuristic. Sylvamber and Iso-E-Super bind these contrasting worlds together, acting like an invisible molecular bridge between past and present.
A fleeting introduction of petitgrain, bergamot, cassis and pepper opens the composition with brightness and movement before quickly stepping aside to reveal the true character beneath.
Included in the collection as its defining statement piece, As Adam Left Atlas is both deeply emotional and technically ambitious — a fragrance that merges heritage with modern molecular perfumery in a way that feels cinematic, elegant and unmistakably Jonathan Ward.
A bold evolution for admirers of Afreet, and perhaps the clearest expression yet of the Jonathan Ward aesthetic.
A seductive trail of misfired gunshots, poetically lost in a slowing canter.
Combat rendered obsolete.
When the dust cleared and the hooves softened to distant thuds, there was space to wonder…
sometimes, when you hear hooves, perhaps you should think zebras.
Everything was not what it seemed.
What happens when your own sense betrays you?
When the tiny pulses, pushing through 100,000km of inner mapping,
carry the red hush of life get it wrong?
They fired. Or misfired.
All that remains is a longing.
This can’t be love.
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This scent composition unfolds like a system under quiet duress—signals sent with conviction, received in distortion. Iris and violet petals meld in osmosis. An Orris Affair that promises clarity unexpectedly. Violet Leaf Absolute cuts through in flashes—green and insistent—the intensity of a longing thought that arrived too quickly and settled incorrectly. Beneath, Cashmeran and Ambercore a hum of his warm persuasion, a body convinced before the mind could intervene, little Pink Pepper sparks—sharp, electric, impossible to ignore—mistaking urgency for truth. A shadow of Cade Oil lingers at the edges, the faint burn of something already decided, and deep within, Civet Absolute breathes—intimate, undeniable—proving that the signal was never without provocation… only ever misread.
Harmonious chaotic olfactory beauty…
All destinations need a beginning…
The scent portrays the emotional state of a boy/man descending the Atlas Mountains, brimming with hope for a new life in a modern city. His destination is a cityscape, an imaginary future world so far from the humble village roots, where possibilities are endless, and opportunities are plentiful.
A fragrance that captures two worlds in a ‘one skin statement’. The outcome? A modern molecular myth carrying origin gently in an ultra-modern suit.
The past: This primary accord holds pure Atlas Cedar-wood and weaves in deep patchouli and oakmoss into dark wefts. A gentle warp of Benzoin and Labdanum gives the upright cedar the necessary softening. The cedarwood becomes handled, warm and lived in as opposed to a solitary figure.
The present: Sharp, cool and architectural. Cedarwood plays two roles in this olfactory conundrum. The second is bolstered with graphite precision using Norlimbanol, Amber Core, Suederal and Kohinool. Modernity exemplified.
Bound: The two accords need earthing or anchoring to the body… enter Sylvamber and Iso. A perfect atom-like bridge between two worlds.
Invite: To pave the way for this cedar union to humbly peacock, there needed to be an invitation. a metaphorical hand that guides the wearer to the heart. This short, sharp welcome accord is greeted with green. Petigrain and bergamot, cassis and pepper quickly dry down so that the user can enjoy the main character energy.
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I rarely compliment myself, and this may be a predictable artistic statement, but this is my best work to date. If you liked the statement that I made with Afreet, this is a definitive upgrade.
Inspiration comes in many forms.
As an artist, occasionally, you’re lucky enough to find a client who inspires you as much as your work inspires them.
Inspiration comes into your life in varying guises. For the first ten years of my journey, it seemed to pivot on historical references. For the next chapter (from the release of Untopia), it started to lean more into feeling. Creating my own narrative or story felt more than correct. There is something in the original word that has started to feel more “important” to me as an artist than previous references.
Jacqueline has become one of my biggest supporters. Through the feeling of reciprocity, I sat one afternoon with the sunshine streaming through my windows and started to scribe a recipe. Imagining an olfactory thank you for all her support and how that would look.
I managed to procure some coveted Bulgarian Rose, and oh my, it really sang its purity with each soft inhale. It needed amber in its base to platform its purity in a grounded way. Necessary.
Then the smallest accord of hay, tobacco and coumarin with 3 drops of sandalwood called for attention from the shelf. Velvetide, oakmoss and (surprisingly) coconut were next. The overarching protagonist absolutely deserved centre stage as the rose begged for her encore over and over.
I created from a new place of purity and understanding. This was a calling from a newfound place within, and the results? Only Jacqueline could tell you.
‘As I leaned into the moment, gently wrestling my shoulder from his and slowly pressing my lips into the curve of his neck,I sensed the palpable feeling that I was home. And it felt like heaven.
Neuroception, or the science of safety, is written within our nerves. Like a quiet radar beneath the skin or an invisible pulse gently pushing through the veins with each heartbeat.
Our bodies carry a hidden intelligence, a sensing beneath thought itself that scientists call neuroception. It is the nervous system’s way of scanning for safety or danger without us ever asking it to — loosening the shoulders in the presence of trust, tightening the core when something feels off. We often describe it as intuition or a gut feeling, but it is more primal than that: the body’s silent radar, guiding us toward those who feel safe to rest with ….
And the question that peacefully pulsed through my mind was just this… This might be Love.
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How to capture a feeling through scent? This is my favourite style of challenge. In my earlier work, I always referenced historical inspiration. I think it seemed the most tangible jumping-off point. But perfume is inexplicable, and there’s a strange excitement in the unknown and limitless possibilities… You be the judge, but just as the pull of the heart is defiant of the mind, this scent just binds me to come back and retry again and again.
My love affair with tonka bean continues. The joy of sitting at my desk in quiet contemplation with fifty ingredients stretched out in front of me, a notebook, and my electric scales has been one of the high points of my summer.
The centre stage ingredient of this creation is coumarin. Coumarin is derived from the French word ‘Coumarou’ from the Old Tupi word for its origin tree Kumarú.
I wanted to create another unisex aroma that captured a more modern spirit than Mink Opal. My zeal for my new technical capabilities (ungoverned by third-party technical support) continues and the result is honestly the most successful to date.
I started by creating three accords. The first merges civet, soft tobacco, hay, patchouli and ambroxan. Then swiftly moves up to lashings of coumarin, tonka bean, rose absolute and oakmoss. Finishing in a final act with violet leaf, cashmeran, pepper and iso-e-super.
I can only describe the finished formula as modern sensual enchantment. You know, when a scent has enough throw to attract interest and also to retain longevity on the wearer’s skin, you have the perfect formula. Balance is the purpose of this creation, and that indelible “must smell” again and again. A scent to complete an outfit, making it a perfect non-fabric accessory.
Two 30ml perfumes in one gift set. Miniature versions of the 100ml bottles, with the same siganture artistic metal siganture case wraps.
Mink Opal : This scent creates a harmonious accord of sensual depth by blending Bulgarian Rose, sweet hazel wood, tonka bean, cashmere musk and iris. It is enigmatic and addicitve as I find myself searching through the blended accords for more and more. Creativity comes in bursts and this was something i just could not ‘not’ bring to life.
FROOT! : Pure ambergirs, tonka bean and sandalwood were blended with cashmere and the breathy iso-e-super which gives amber a lighter airy feeling.
Sweet fennel and lime and blended a small amount of gamma nona which is a clever note (a lactone) reducing the sharp from the fennel and lime. White grapefruit, bergamot and precious & pure orange flower bring this to a finale.
‘Fruit’ is one of the hardest categories to render a sophisticated olfactory statement within.
At one end of the spectrum it is the “tutti frutti’ synthetic blends (blueberry, guava and mango) and at the other (where essential oils feature), it is a very blunt spa-like feeling like of lemon, orange and lime.
When I started drafting this new endeavour, I wanted it to capture the Jonathan Ward spirit, but instead of an esoteric cinematic inspiration, I looked back to the way that I worked when I captured Fig Ultimatum. The approach took on a much more ingredient based build.
I created two complex accords. Pure ambergirs, tonka bean and sandalwood were blended with cashmere and the breathy iso-e-super which gives amber a lighter airy feeling.
Then I took sweet fennel and lime and blended a small amount of gamma nona which is a clever note (a lactone) reducing the sharp from the fennel and lime. White grapefruit, bergamot and precious & pure orange flower bring this to a finale.
And what is the result ?
A sopshiticated fruit blend that fuses herbaceous and citrus with a sensual platform. The zest and the tart melds deeply into the amber and woods to give fruit a whole new platform.
Froot is born.
With purity at the helm, this aroma is a new statement in bringing elegance to a category I often find myself perplexed by its popular appeal. If you like Fig Ultimatum or Roscuro, this is for you.
Something for the boys.
(and the girls that like to smell like boys)
Fragrances are like soldiers and only the brave standout. Iin an ever encroashing army of olfactory heroes vying for their medal or coat of arms, unique and bold mark the criteria to achieve longevity.
‘Abelando could be described quite deftly as the very origin of his namesake, ‘noble’. His clothes, perfectly tailored and notably ‘clean’, always carried notes of his life’s indulgence. The finest fibres of wool and satin carried ghosts of imperial Cuban cigar smoke and forgotten drops of cognac. Shadows of evenings spent with beautiful debutantes wrapped in a unique dark masculine pheromone only recognisable in Cuban skin.’
Partagais No.1 starts with a classic Chypre structure. infusing striking patchouli, oakmoss, tobacco leaf and burned cedar with a peppering of organic black pepper, frankincese and oud.
Hidden within the structure but enhancing the tobacco and woods lie sweet civet, honey with violet leaf.
Bold, wild and long-lasting.
My love affair with tonka bean continues. The joy of sitting at my desk in quiet contemplation with fifty ingredients stretched out in front of me, a notebook, and my electric scales has been one of the high points of my summer.
The centre stage ingredient of this creation is coumarin. Coumarin is derived from the French word ‘Coumarou’ from the Old Tupi word for its origin tree Kumarú.
I wanted to create another unisex aroma that captured a more modern spirit than Mink Opal. My zeal for my new technical capabilities (ungoverned by third-party technical support) continues and the result is honestly the most successful to date.
I started by creating three accords. The first merges civet, soft tobacco, hay, patchouli and ambroxan. Then swiftly moves up to lashings of coumarin, tonka bean, rose absolute and oakmoss. Finishing in a final act with violet leaf, cashmeran, pepper and iso-e-super.
I can only describe the finished formula as modern sensual enchantment. You know, when a scent has enough throw to attract interest and also to retain longevity on the wearer’s skin, you have the perfect formula. Balance is the purpose of this creation, and that indelible “must smell” again and again. A scent to complete an outfit, making it a perfect non-fabric accessory.
Inspired by true events (allegedly)…
Blair wrapped his mum’s stole around his neck, with that wide eyed childhood gaze staring back at her in the many mirrors. With a handful of jewel’s and heels that swallowed almost half of his calf, he clopped around the adjacent vast of the dressing room. unleashing the first seeds of his budding lifelong commitment to fashion and a magpie like quest for shiny things…
This scent is my fourth perfume endeavour, exploring the ambiguous fluidity of gender neutral scents. Man, woman, boy, girl… scent (for me) is such a striking art form that dances across gender and identity in an effortless way.
This scent creates a harmonious accord of sensual depth by blending Bulgarian Rose, sweet hazel wood, tonka bean, cashmere musk and iris. It is enigmatic and addicitve as I find myself searching through the blended accords for more and more. Creativity comes in bursts and this was something i just could not ‘not’ bring to life.
A big thank you to my special client Lisa who helped me bring this to the world
Something for the boys.
(and the girls that like to smell like boys)
Fragrances are like soldiers and only the brave standout. Iin an ever encroashing army of olfactory heroes vying for their medal or coat of arms, unique and bold mark the criteria to achieve longevity.
‘Abelando could be described quite deftly as the very origin of his namesake, ‘noble’. His clothes, perfectly tailored and notably ‘clean’, always carried notes of his life’s indulgence. The finest fibres of wool and satin carried ghosts of imperial Cuban cigar smoke and forgotten drops of cognac. Shadows of evenings spent with beautiful debutantes wrapped in a unique dark masculine pheromone only recognisable in Cuban skin.’
Partagais No.1 starts with a classic Chypre structure. infusing striking patchouli, oakmoss, tobacco leaf and burned cedar with a peppering of organic black pepper, frankincese and oud.
Hidden within the structure but enhancing the tobacco and woods lie sweet civet, honey with violet leaf.
Bold, wild and long-lasting
Inspired by true events (allegedly)…
Blair wrapped his mum’s stole around her neck, with that wide eyed childhood gaze staring back at her in the many mirrors. With a handful of jewel’s and heels that swallowed almost half of his calf, he clopped around the adjacent vast of the dressing room. unleashing the first seeds of his budding lifelong commitment to fashion and a magpie like quest for shiny things…
This scent is my fourth perfume endeavour, exploring the ambiguous fluidity of gender neutral scents. Man, woman, boy, girl… scent (for me) is such a striking art form that dances across gender and identity in an effortless way.
This scent creates a harmonious accord of sensual depth by blending Bulgarian Rose, sweet hazel wood, tonka bean, cashmere musk and iris. It is enigmatic and addicitve as I find myself searching through the blended accords for more and more. Creativity comes in bursts and this was something i just could not ‘not’ bring to life.
Bright, fresh and sparkling clean. 100ml of bold tomato-leaf, verbena, sage, basil, white pepper and printing press green with the tiniest touch of spearmint. Day to night and potently traversing gender.
Bright, fresh and sparkling clean. 100ml of bold tomato-leaf, verbena, sage, basil, white pepper and printing press green with the tiniest touch of spearmint. Day to night and potently traversing gender.
"So, we emerged. The arid red dust slipped through the grains in the wooden slats and the silence that had eerily replaced the turbine mechanics of Mother Naure’s deathly but divine meteorological gusto was gone. Lu unlocked the latch and slowly pushed the door upwards revealing sunshine and a landscape that had changed. Unrecognisable, The sun performed it’s regular act and cast its rays falling on the townsfolk who’s quibbles and petty disputes, masked disdain for others who lived lives they judged and scorned. Kansas. Touched with blessings of kindness and peace.”
(Anon)
Just like the turbulence and distraught speed in which our globe was engulfed with it’s own spectrum tornado. From continent to content they subside and while not entirely silent. The spirals dance less monstrously than they did two years ago.This was the inspiration for this aroma, the first EDP from Jonathan Ward. To create a sense of sensuality and divinity from notes scattered and cast worldwide.
Giving light to the people who felt like they had lived in bunkers for years cast out with vitriol and disdain. There is balance somewhat restored between humans and this is what I wanted to bring to life. Disparate Divinity cast from far flung areas - lovingly measured and crafted to create a reply intriguing aroma with the depth of valleys and the mystery of undiscovered hidden places where ingredients can only grow because of meteorological magic.
"So, we emerged. The arid red dust slipped through the grains in the wooden slats and the silence that had eerily replaced the turbine mechanics of Mother Naure’s deathly but divine meteorological gusto was gone. Lu unlocked the latch and slowly pushed the door upwards revealing sunshine and a landscape that had changed. Unrecognisable, The sun performed it’s regular act and cast its rays falling on the townsfolk who’s quibbles and petty disputes, masked disdain for others who lived lives they judged and scorned. Kansas. Touched with blessings of kindness and peace.”
(Anon)
Just like the turbulence and distraught speed in which our globe was engulfed with it’s own spectrum tornado. From continent to content they subside and while not entirely silent. The spirals dance less monstrously than they did two years ago.This was the inspiration for this aroma, the first EDP from Jonathan Ward. To create a sense of sensuality and divinity from notes scattered and cast worldwide.
Giving light to the people who felt like they had lived in bunkers for years cast out with vitriol and disdain. There is balance somewhat restored between humans and this is what I wanted to bring to life. Disparate Divinity cast from far flung areas - lovingly measured and crafted to create a reply intriguing aroma with the depth of valleys and the mystery of undiscovered hidden places where ingredients can only grow because of meteorological magic.
Some loves never arrive in aligned time. Some flowers don’t bloom in sunlight. Some scents don’t exist if you don’t dare to imagine them.
I created “Impossibly Yours” to capture an enigmatic feeling of devotion. A listless longing for something that defied time, logic and the worldly realm. Strange to feel melancholy and uplifted in harmony. Odd to love and hate in one exhale.
How to deliver dark melancholic notes surrounded by brightness that culminate in a harmonious poetry that speaks without words? Here is how…
BASE: Gentle peppering of Oakmoss, Cade and Labandum weave their way into Cedar Wood and then immediately softened by Amber and Cashmere.
HEART: Jasmine, Geranium and Violet Leaf are consummately bound to seductive harmony with Summer Hay, Coumarin and Tobacco Absolute.
TOP: Ruby Grapefruit, Pink Pepper and Violet Leaf are woven tapestry like into bergamot and trace amounts of herbaceous give subtle green.
A fragrance that was created just for me, but has had the more requests from clients who would lean into my neck for friendly embrace and then, as if by magic found themselves as propelled to indulge as I was to create it.