It starts with ‘once upon a time’ right when the sun sets down, on Penhaligon’s mixing table, and it continues with a woody ode to whiskey, tinged with impertinence. You’ll rub shoulders with visionaries, with artists, and you’ll be ready for a thousand faces. Suddenly the stroke of midnight rings out, to the tempo of the brass orchestra, trumpets and saxophones beating time, in the dazzling reflection of your glass. Here you are in the land of jazz, of swing that surges to the rhythm of whiskey. THE DANDY is surrounded by a cloud of smoke, where a mischievous spirit comes from all sides. In here, you must cast aside all inhibitions, because once you’re inside its circle, there’s only room for a party… one that never ends.