This is a story of a Cornish Barber who travelled to London and opened up shop next to Jermyn Street’s finest tailors. Who received the Royal Warrant and trimmed the Shah of Persia’s Beard.
At a time when one’s toilette was of primordial concern and to be a gentlemen was an affair of great application.
Victoria was Queen, antiseptic was making its first appearance –and ankles were considered titillanting stuff. It was 1870.
Penhaligon’s today consults his recipe books (oh we do), and still produces in the UK, in the original bottle design.