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Hello — I’m Melanie Jane.

I’ve spent nearly three decades working with scent — creating it, studying it, and teaching it properly. One whiff of the right perfume and everything shifts. Mood, memory, identity… all of it. That’s the power of it.

My work has taken me from England to Dubai to the perfume capital of Grasse, working hands-on with raw materials and collaborating with brands who want something more than just “nice.”

With a background in both perfumery and aromatherapy, I don’t just create fragrance — I understand how it behaves, how it connects, and how to make it actually mean something.

Today, I split my time between creating bespoke scent experiences and teaching others how to do it properly — without the fluff, the jargon, or the nonsense.

Because good fragrance shouldn’t just smell pleasant.
It should leave a mark.


1970: A Nose is Born

Born in the English countryside — where the air smells faintly of grass, rain, and the occasional questionable farm decision — I was always going to end up obsessed with scent.

The real trouble started at eight.

My dad, clearly having no idea what he was unleashing, bought me a perfume-making kit. Harmless, he thought. A nice, creative hobby. Something to keep me busy.

What followed was less “gentle pastime” and more full-blown olfactory experimentation.

Bottles everywhere. Blends of wildly varying success. Some… better left undocumented. But I was hooked.

While other kids were busy doing normal things, I was mixing, sniffing, and trying to work out why one combination smelled like heaven and another like something that should probably be reported.

That little kit didn’t just spark an interest — it set the direction.

And my dad, to his credit, kept encouraging it…
even when the house smelled like I’d accidentally invented a new category of biohazard.

A young girl with long brown hair smiling and holding a bunch of yellow daffodils in a field of blooming daffodils. In the background, there are rolling green hills, a dirt path, a wooden fence, and a house under a partly cloudy sky.
A young girl with long brown hair smiling and holding a bunch of yellow daffodils in a field of blooming daffodils. In the background, there are rolling green hills, a dirt path, a wooden fence, and a house under a partly cloudy sky.

1997: A Scent of Hope

Life, as it does, didn’t exactly go to plan.

Postnatal blues hit — hard. And not long after, I lost my dad, Albert.
That kind of grief doesn’t politely knock. It just moves in and rearranges everything.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, aromatherapy found me.
Or more accurately… I clung to it.

Not in a floaty, “light a candle and everything’s fine” way —
but in a very real, practical sense. Scent shifted things. Subtle, yes. But noticeable. Grounding. Steadying.

It gave me something to focus on when everything else felt… a bit off.

So I followed it.

What started as something personal slowly became something I could offer others. I opened my doors in the UK, creating a space where people could come in, breathe, and feel just a little more like themselves again.

No grand speeches. No miracle claims.
Just scent doing what it does best.

And in many ways, that’s where everything properly began.


1999-2019: Desert Dreams

In ’99, I swapped muddy fields for sand and sunshine and landed in Dubai with a suitcase, a head full of ideas, and absolutely no intention of playing it safe.

What started as blending oils and experimenting (again — some better than others) slowly turned into something real.

NightingOils was born.

Not in a glossy, “brand launch” sort of way — more like built piece by piece, bottle by bottle, figuring it out as I went. Aromatherapy blends, skincare, fragrance… all of it grounded in what actually worked, not what sounded good on a label.

Somewhere along the line, people started paying attention.

What began as a small, slightly obsessive project grew into something with a life of its own — reaching far beyond Dubai and finding its way into homes I’d never even imagined.

Which, frankly, was a bit surreal.

The desert turned out to be more than just a backdrop.
It was where things got serious.

Woman holding a large rock at an indoor event or expo.
Woman holding a large rock at an indoor event or expo.

2016: Grasse - Grasse — Getting Serious

In 2016, I went to Grasse. Not for the postcard version — for the real thing.

The Grasse Institute of Perfumery is where the romance of perfume gets replaced with discipline. Raw materials, structure, formulas… and the humbling realisation that there’s a proper way to do this.

It sharpened everything.

What had started as instinct and obsession suddenly had framework. Direction. Standards.

After that, I worked more closely with perfume houses in Grasse and the UK, seeing the industry from the inside rather than peering in from the outside.

Somewhere along the way, I also met Jo Malone — which, I’ll admit, was a bit of a moment. Not because of the name, but because of what she represents: doing things your own way and making it work anyway.

That stuck.

So I stopped hiding behind brand names and stepped forward as myself.

Melanie Jane.

No gimmicks. No pretending. Just scent, done properly — with a bit of personality thrown in for good measure.A French Kiss for My Soul

A sun-soaked summer in Grasse transformed me from perfume enthusiast to perfumer extraordinaire. The hallowed halls of the Grasse Institute of Perfumery sharpened my senses and ignited a creative fire. Collaborations with Grasse and UK perfume houses followed, but it was a chance meeting with the legendary Jo Malone that truly defined my path. Inspired by her maverick spirit, I rebranded as Melanie Jane, crafting scents that are as unique as my signature. Today, every Melanie Jane fragrance is a testament to that transformative summer and an unwavering dedication to olfactory excellence.


2017: Teaching the Nose

By 2017, it wasn’t just about making fragrance anymore — it was about teaching it.

Not the fluffy version. Not the “follow your nose and hope for the best” approach. Proper structure. Materials. Ratios. Why something works… and why something absolutely doesn’t.

What started small quickly grew.

I found myself running masterclasses everywhere from the French Riviera to the Burj Al Arab — which, I’ll admit, is a slight upgrade from my early kitchen experiments.

And people came. From everywhere.

New York. Thailand. Europe. The Middle East. All with the same question: how does this actually work?

So I showed them.

No gatekeeping. No mystique for the sake of it. Just real teaching, built on experience, not theory.

Because perfumery isn’t magic.
It just smells like it is when it’s done well.

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Woman with long dark hair, red glasses, and a floral black dress is pouring a clear liquid from a large graduated cylinder into a small glass beaker in a laboratory or skincare lab.

2019: When Brands Came Calling

By 2019, things had shifted.

What started as a very personal obsession had turned into something brands were paying attention to.

Carlsberg brought me in to create a fragrance for the UAE launch of Kronenbourg 1664 Blanc — translating a drink into scent, which sounds simple until you try it. It isn’t.

But it worked.

After that, more names started circling — enquiries and conversations with brands like Toyota, Mercedes-Benz, and Martini. Some projects moved forward, some didn’t (timing, geography, life… all the usual suspects), but the direction was clear.

This wasn’t just creative anymore.
It was commercial. Strategic. Scalable.

And far more interesting than just making something that smells “nice.”

Because when a brand gets scent right, it doesn’t just sit there politely in the background.

It sticks.

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A woman with long dark hair, wearing a patterned off-the-shoulder dress, holding a small blue bottle with a smiling expression inside a skincare or beauty clinic.

2020: France — and a Shift in Pace

By 2020, France wasn’t just somewhere I visited — it became home.

Not in a romantic, “running through lavender fields” way (although, yes, those exist), but in a practical sense. Closer to the materials, the culture, and the industry that had shaped everything I’d been building.

From there, things expanded.

I continued working with independent brands, developing scents that needed to stand out rather than just fit in. At the same time, teaching moved online — reaching people far beyond the room, which, as it turns out, is quite useful.

The Scent Studio evolved. The courses grew. And the work became more focused.

Less noise. More clarity.

Because by this point, it wasn’t about doing everything.
It was about doing the right things — properly.


2026 and Beyond: Where It All Comes Together

These days, everything runs in two directions — and exactly as it should.

In Dubai, I work with brands and clients on bespoke scent design, workshops, and fragrance experiences that are meant to be remembered, not just politely noticed.

Alongside that, The Naked Perfumer has become the home for my digital work — courses, books, and the more creative side of what I do, including a slightly unusual collection of fragrance-inspired artwork and products.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, I wrote The Perfumery Playbook — with more books already on the way.

It’s busy. It’s varied. And it’s very intentional.

Because after nearly three decades, “nice” isn’t the goal.
Memorable is.

A woman with long dark hair, red lipstick, and yellow earrings, smiling and holding a yellow feathered fan, standing in a room with a table and a woman in a patterned top and orange pants in the background.
A woman with long dark hair, red lipstick, and yellow earrings, smiling and holding a yellow feathered fan, standing in a room with a table and a woman in a patterned top and orange pants in the background.
My job isn’t just to make fragrance — it’s to raise the standard of how it’s understood and created.
— Melanie Jane