You went for a walk.
You didn’t come back quite the same.
It suits whoever reaches for it.

Blended by hand, then left alone.

Sandalwood steadies.
Clary sage lifts.
Lavender — just enough — leaves the impression of heather underfoot.

Quiet, faintly elusive. The sort of scent that suggests you’ve been somewhere — and would prefer not to elaborate.

From the Velvet Closet and the Tweed Closet — worn without comment, noticed anyway.

Only a small number are released each year, every bottle rested for no less than twelve months in a cedar-lined closet on the estate before being poured by hand.

15 ml eau de parfum