"Smells spur memories, but they also rouse our dozy senses, pamper and indulge us, help define our self-image, stir the cauldron of our seductiveness, warn us of danger, lead us into temptation, fan our religious fervor, accompany us to heaven, wed us to fashion, steep us in luxury. Yet, over time, smell has become the least necessary of our senses, "the fallen angel," as Helen Keller dramatically calls it."

—Diane Ackerman

Rooted in the senses:

There was a story—brought up for the first time more recently than not, how Jennifer and her father were talking one evening after exploring the streets of Cairo. He was asking her what was wrong and to his surprise she was upset because when they had visited a perfumer earlier that evening she left without successfully selecting a scent. They had asked her if she wanted a perfume, but looking back it was all very overwhelming—all of the bottles, the pungency, the pressure to choose, the lack of language, the adults, her shyness… And so, she was sad and frustrated with herself. So sad, in fact, that her Dad decided to take her back down into the market so that she could try to pick out a perfume one more time. She still remembers the glass counter that was past her height. The gold and glass. The gems that impressed the caps of the finely painted perfume bottles. There was a circular tray brought out to her by a man with long fingers. She remembers standing on the ends of her toes as the caps were unscrewed for her to smell. They all seemed floral. A little mature. Some very sweet. She chose one from the tray that seemed like a treasure. Maybe something that she would grow into. Not fully something she would want to wear. It felt like a secret. Something not 100%, but a moment in time where a perfume chose her.

That moment struck a chord with her so deeply that to this day she still wonders what she would have ended up smelling if she had asked the man with the long fingers to please pull another vial—something more earthy. Something that smelled like the chipped incense burning in the alleyways. Something a little more ancient or maybe something that reminded her of all of the travels that led her to that exact moment. But, in the end, sometimes the aromas choose you where years later each inhalation delivers exactly what you were initially looking for. That is the gift of our olfactory system and the aromas that choose us.

And, so it is, yet another blend…

Jennifer considers the process of her aromatic creations a woven tapestry of her Irish bloodline that echoes traditional foundations and the sensory roots of her childhood where her well traveled palette is incorporated into each aroma that she offers.

Today, TGH takes pride in being able to provide access to a diverse collection of olfactory options where aromas can be intimately configured, drop-by-drop.

Each scent is a collaborative expression of where you are in this very moment. It is a journey built with focused intention and encouraged for those who wish to adorn themselves with that which is not your typical perfume.

Let it be known that all creations do not have to be for the body. Scent for the air is the salt to your dish.