Penhaligon’s Trade Routes holds many a mystery, but there’s a new scent in town that’s left everyone confounded. Uncommon ingredients grow tangled betwixt unlikely vegetation. Saffron and spice. Towering trees of sandal and cedar. You might call it a horticultural melting pot, of sorts.
Wonder no longer, the ships have brought new gifts home. And we couldn’t possibly conceal a scent so heavenly.
Babylon is the place, and the perfume is Babylon.