The Dandy Penhaligon's for women and men

Surrounded by a cloud of smoke, here we are, the mischievous spirit coming from all sides, following the decadence of rowdy heels. Cast aside all inhibitions, my friends, because once you’re down those steps, the party will never, ever end. Run shoulders with visionaries, rub shoulders with artists, loosen that tie, ready for a thousand faces. Lipstick marks on mirrors (and collars), sip amber liqueur. In crystal glasses, under convoluted chandeliers. Suddenly the stroke of midnight rings out, to the tempo of the brass orchestra, trumpets and saxophones beating time, in the dazzling reflection of your glass. Here we are in the land of jazz, of swing that surges to the rhythm of whiskey, of bebop that gallops to the beats of bourbon. Oh, what tumultuous memories in this den, the spirits cheerful, the cocktails flowing freely. In the misty steam, if the speakeasy stage, in this place the dandy, which will forever be ours…to dance to infinity”