Eau de Parfums
‘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.
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 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
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.
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.