SoHo Teahouse

February isn’t a clean slate. It’s a streetlamp glow on wet pavement. It’s a trench coat you throw on because you’re running late, but still somehow look like the moment.

Welcome to Soho Teahouse. London in miniature.

Steam on the windows. A tiny table. A pastry box you absolutely did not need but bought anyway. Outside, the city is slick with rain and possibility. Inside, it’s warm, loud in the best way, and you’re not explaining yourself to anyone.

This month’s Scent Club is built like a perfect London day. Soft beginnings. Bright middle. A little mischief when the lights come on.

EVERYTHING OIL
Butterfly Pea Latte
You’re tucked into a corner seat where the window fogs up the second your cup hits the table. The latte is pale blue, almost unreal, and the whole room smells like comfort that doesn’t ask questions. Oatmilk warmth. Vanilla sugar. A floral hush in the background like petals pressed into a book. This one is calm with good posture. Pretty, but not precious.
Notes: Warm Oatmilk, Butterfly Pea Flowers, Vanilla Sugar, Blue Hibiscus

EVERYTHING MIST
London Fog

Rain taps the glass like it’s making a point. You’re holding a warm mug with both hands, watching people rush past, and feeling smug about staying put. Earl Grey curls up first, that clean tea bite, then lavender softens everything like a private sigh. Vanilla rounds it out, creamy and familiar, like you’ve done this a hundred times and still love it. It’s a slow morning. Even if your calendar says otherwise.
Notes: Earl Grey Tea, Steamed Milk, Lavender, Vanilla Syrup

PERFUME OIL

Dean Street
Now it’s evening. The sidewalks shine. The city is loud, flattering, and slightly dangerous in a fun way. Citrus sparks like a laugh you didn’t plan, apricot glows golden, and florals bloom like you’ve entered a room where everyone suddenly notices. Then the night deepens. Amber and musk linger close, warm and human, like a secret kept at the collarbone. This is Soho when it’s fully awake.
Notes: Sparkling Citrus, Golden Apricot, Rose, Magnolia, Linden Blossom, Amber, Mus

PERFUME SPRAY
Notting Hill Patisserie

It starts in a bakery that smells like you’re about to make a bad decision and call it self-care. Meringue airiness, berries bright as jam on warm pastry, and rose macaron sweetness that feels dressed up, not sugary. Brown sugar melts into the base like the last golden bite you “save for later” and then absolutely do not. It’s romantic. It’s delicious. It will have people leaning in closer than necessary.
Notes: Vanilla Meringue, Luscious Berries, Rose Macaron, Brown Sugar

Your hoodie can be comfy. Your fragrance can be a whole storyline.  Join the Scent Club for Soho Teahouse: the milky calm, the tea steeped hush, the streetlight sparkle, and the pastry shop temptation that follows you out the door.