Season 8 Episode 21 -Storytelling Through Scents & a Giveaway!

A perfume can set a scene before a single word is spoken. It can suggest a damp cellar, a candlelit room, the warmth of someone standing nearby, or the chilling sense that someone isn’t alone. Having previously won two Fragrance Foundation Jasmine Awards for these Scented Stories, this year’s spooky tale was perhaps the most thrilling yet!

In this episode, Suzy and Nicola take listeners behind the scenes of their Halloween Scented Story for 2026, revealing why they chose the fragrances they did, and how those scents helped drive the narrative. Neither knew what the other would write next, so each instalment meant following a trail of scented clues, and occasionally leading the other somewhere decidedly sinister…

But stay listening, as we’ve news of an exciting new fragrance house who would’t exist if the founder hadn’t been a fellow listener of On The Scent Podcast, and thrillingly there are FREE samples of both scents for the first twenty listeners who say the secret password when visiting the forthcoming Pop Up Perfumery.

First: for Suzy and Nicola, as storytellers, scent is an incredible device for imagination. Adding sensory descriptions doesn’t simply decorate a story: it draws us further inside it.

Characters become more understandable, the spaces they inhabit become easier to picture, and details emerge about the time of day and even the temperature of the air. A room becomes much more vivid through the imagined smell of its damp stone walls, its fading flowers or the books slowly decaying on its shelves.

And this isn’t only a way of telling stories. It’s a brilliant way for fragrance lovers to explore their own collections and appreciate familiar perfumes anew.

Allowing the imagination to run wild while smelling, rather than searching only for individual notes, can conjure a landscape, a person or a moment that hasn’t happened yet.

Giving the imagination permission to follow wherever a fragrance leads can reveal so much more, creating a truly fascinating, emotionally resonant connection with a scent. So, settle down with a warming cup of something comforting and listen as Suzy and Nicola revisit the perfumes that brought their story to life - and a few characters who refused to stay silent…

Halloween Scented Story 2026:

Dare you join us for this year's Halloween Special?

Will you experience a scented story of horror so treacherous that it will chill your bones and linger in your memory for years to come?

If so, continue at your peril...

1: Nicola

Her childhood was full of abandon. She lived in nature. She played with the animals. Green ran through her veins.

Juicy, vibrant, head-soaring green.

She was free.

@olfactive_o New Earth

Until she wasn’t...

It all started when she heard the lizard whispering to her. Telling her that her father was there. Telling her that he wanted trouble

Her father

So famous

So revered

So violent

So evil

He had not died peacefully

@SERGELUTENS De Profundis

She was being taken back there

Back to him

Back to where it all started

She could feel it

And there was nothing she could do to stop it this time.

2: Suzy

The tick of the clock, dusty wood, a sputtering candle ominous shadows

@borntostandout.official Saint Petal

The scent of dark leaves, bruised petals falling

Creeping down the staircase that night was embedded in her memories forever...

To reach her father's secret lair, one must access the damp, vaulted cellars, so cold each exhaled breath lived on as a spectre.

Wet stone, damp moss, clusters of mushrooms clinging to the wall. whole worlds,entire ecosystems exist alongside us,

if only you dare notice

@nasomatto Micodelirio

3: Nicola

His office lay hidden in the basement. It had once been a grand ballroom but now provided a backdrop where his darkest obsessions could play out.

@rpparfums Fracas

Powdery Tuberose. The smell surrounded her. Hugged her. It was her mother. Her spirit was there. Comforting her.

Telling her to turn back. Begging her not to let him take her once more.

She tried to hard to run but she kept being dragged back. Round and round she went.

The peeling walls. The self aggrandising red carpet. The only way she could go was forward. To him.

@zoologistperfumes Moth

4: Suzy

Some grandeur still remained: lavish ceilings, arcane symbols inscribed in gold, evil eyes to protect… from what he attempted to conjure & control?

She must find his secret, and face him at last…

She could hear him working in an adjacent room & knew she had to work fast. But what was he hiding amidst the treasures on his desk?

Intricately gilded Murano glass glistened, the scent of precious spices subtly simmering, orange blossom & incense drifting, a drowsy, luxurious warmth washing over her...

@themerchantofvenice Renaissance

Shaking her head to keep alert, she tiptoed to the pride of her father's arcane collection: an ancient sarcophagus.

Empty, he'd said.

But something seemed to stir within.

Once, crowds had gathered to peer into the sarcophagus & shiver delightedly.

Now, cold air seemed to emanate, filling the room with the scent of rain-soaked lilacs (another of her mother's favourite flowers) - the electrical sizzle of lightning & thunder's smoky rumble

@hereticparfum NOSFERATU

Was it... was that where he'd kept her?

5: Nicola

The face of her step mother appeared

before her. She knew now what had happened. It was all becoming clear.

She shivered. White, frost kissed petals started to tumble around her. Her blood was cold, her mind clear. Was this the beginning of the end or the end of her beginning?

@grove_england Snowdrop

But wait....what was this?

She felt a tender, warmth surrounding her soul. It was suffocating the fear... dispelling the evil of her father and step mother. Her mother was here and she was never going to leave her again.

Iris powdered the snow with comfort. Her mother's childhood home provided a sense of safety.

@tobbaparfums Tendresse D'Automne

6: Suzy

Hiding behind a statue, in the side room her stepmother’s rasping voice whispered: “well she never suspected the perfume. Give your daughter a bottle. Then her inheritance will be ours...”

Now she understood.

The fortune had been her mother’s. With her daughter gone, nobody would stand between them and the money.

She remembered the beautiful bottle. Her mother touching its stopper to her throat.

The sudden pallor. The dropped glass.

Behind her, stone scraped against stone.

A hand emerged from the sarcophagus.

Green olive gleamed against luminous lilies, freesia and voluptuous tuberose. Bog cedar and papyrus whispered beneath: half swamp, half flower, darkness reborn in radiant bloom.

@daanddurga Resurrected Corpse Flower

Her stepmother fled into the caves leading from the cellar.

He ran, terrified, upstairs. Managed to scramble onto the roof.

Above him, a pink cloud gathering strength: her mother’s life-force. Crackling with power reborn.

He raised his hands.

The lightning struck.

Only his shadow remained, evaporating into burnt black dust.

The inheritance was hers, now, but she left the mansion untouched. Nobody dared enter to retrieve its treasures.

Outside, autumn blazed in impossible colours. Quince & cedar tangled, branches scratched windows, a faint honeyed woodiness haunting moss-softened shadows.

His books slowly decaying. Bottles gathering dust.

@imaginaryauthors The Abandoned Mansion

Far away now, she dressed her new bedroom in her (& her mother’s) favourite colours.

But the scent surrounding her was her own choice.

Lavender hushed the night. Golden myrrh unfurled beneath a hug of almond and vanilla. She wore it as her own protective cloud.

@jomalonelondon Myrrh & Tonka

She’d painted pink clouds drifting across the wooden walls.

And sometimes, just sometimes she could swear she smelled puffs of powder, tuberose, and rain-soaked lilacs,

lulling her to sleep…

They never found her stepmother.

Local superstition says her furious screams still echo through the miles of cellars & caves beneath the mansion.

If you hear them, don’t stop to listen.

The moment you hold your breath

something in the dark holds hers.

And she’s been waiting…so long…

so long…

THE END

GIVEAWAY NEWS:

The first twenty listeners to visit @thepopupperfumery this year and say the password ON THE SCENT PODCAST to Pia or Nick (who will be manning their own @olfiction stand) will receive free samples of the newly launched @namilia fragrances (two fragrances: one sample of both!) When they’re gone, they’re gone, so don’t delay in making yourselves known!

Details of The Pop Up Perfumery:

10 - 14 November

A collaborative project between independent fragrance brands and retailers. A space for scent lovers to shop and meet perfumers and founders.

Opening hours:Tue-Fri: 12pm - 6.30pmSat: 12pm - 7pm

Location:41 Store Street London WCIE 7DB