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Each Penny & Rose scent is inspired by our family farm on Butternut Road and evokes memories so vivid, they needed to be written down and shared.
STORIES FROM THE FARM
On Butternut Road
Penny Candy
FRAGRANCE NOTES: SUGAR, MIXED FRUIT & MISCHIEF
When the fair rolled in with its rickety roller coasters and Ferris wheels pulled from a box, we didn’t race into town with our pockets full of coins like most kids. We didn’t hunger for overpriced funnel cake or candied apples, nor pinch pennies to toss rings at empty soda pop bottles. We had everything we ever needed right there on the farm...
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Roasted Maple 'Mallows
Fragrance Notes: 'Mallows & bonfire tales
The 4th of July was the day I looked forward to most on the farm. It began with the annual Farm Olympics, where everyone won a trophy and winners and losers did not exist. My poor cousin, Lisa, had to be penalized after every single event to even the playing field; she was just so much faster than the rest of us, and God forbid Farm Olympics didn’t end with every kid receiving the exact same number of points...
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Summertime Spirits
Fragrance Notes: Coconut, limes & ball games
The original baseball field died in the summer of 1949, along with 25 acres of trees and my dream of ever becoming the next Joe DiMaggio. We had spent hours creating that field, hours that felt more like months to an 11-year-old in the heat of summer...
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Gram's Cran Cobbler
Fragrance Notes: Berries, butter & Gram's love
When summer was drawing to a close and the cranberries were ripe on the vines, we knew my gram, Rose, was about to make her famous cran cobbler. She’d toss out an order to fetch some pans from the hidden pantry in her bedroom, and like Pavlov’s dogs, our mouths would water as we foraged through the pantry for the largest cranberry-picking pans we could find...
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Farmhouse OJ
Fragrance Notes: Squeezed citrus & sunshine
Sundays at the farm were all about fighting a sea of bodies to the bathroom, followed by farmhouse OJ, Rose’s famous breakfast, and a hearty debate over which church we would all attend that morning. Mater Dolorosa or St. Patrick’s? It would boil down to which church had the shorter service and, of course, the better donut shop nearby...
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Lawn Chair Lemonade
Fragrance Notes: Lemons, sugar & laughter
Penny and Rose each had five siblings. Together, they had four children, who then collectively brought eleven grandchildren into the world. To an outsider, our family tree had reached capacity. But where others saw a full house, Rose saw an open door. The farm became a playground for visiting friends, a place of reunion for relatives passing through, and a haven for countless babies she fostered over the years...
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Morning Meadows
Fragrance Notes: Wildflowers & wonderment
Rose’s path through the meadow was picturesque and led directly to the mailbox along the road. We made a sport out of running through the field to the mailbox, our arms stretched from side to side to stir the scent of wildflowers as we ran...
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Linens On The Line
Fragrance Notes: Rose Water, Lemons & Legends
Over the years, those old linens on the line trapped snipes, slinged broken bones, and warmed honeymooners in the barn; they were tents and togas, capes and clubhouse curtains...but never really bed sheets; they were something bigger...
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Springhouse Watermelon
Fragrance Notes: Slices, seeds & swimsuits
A giant box of baking soda was a staple at the farm, not so much for cooking as it served to soothe wasp and bee stings as well as toothpaste when toiletries ran low at week’s end. As barefoot kids in bathing suits, rolling and running across the lawn, we were getting bee stings all the time...
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Blueberry Hill
Fragrance Notes: Berry Pie & A Picture Show
The year was 1956. I was thirteen years old, racing my sister, Rosie, to the top of Blueberry Hill. We had wings on our heels, flying to the peak, where blueberry bushes would absorb our daydreams, as we hand-picked their berries one-by-one...
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Tuesday's Tan Lines
Fragrance Notes: Seagrass, Sunscreen & Sandals
We were farm girls under a hot blue sky with a bottle of discount tanning lotion from Kmart and aluminum lounge chairs that broke after one summer. We’d lie on our backs for ten minutes, then flip over like pancakes on a griddle, the nylon webbing branding our skin and sweat streaking the lotion like rain on a window...
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