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

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

A small number are released at a time — each one rested in a cedar-lined closet on the estate until it reached its peak.

15 ml eau de parfum