No. 101 Fragrance

The black currant note is what sold me—it cuts through the grass and angelica with this tart, almost green brightness that I can't stop sniffing. It fades into that wooden fence accord after a few hours, like a clean, sun-warmed afternoon in a city I've never been to.

The garden smells exactly like a Reykjavik summer, that fresh green note from the long grass and wooden fence is so distinctive, it’s unlike any perfume I own. I keep catching whiffs of the black currant hours later, which makes me want to reapply just to feel that opening again.

The black currant and chervil combo smells so green and slightly wild, like I’m standing in a damp Reykjavik yard. I catch the long grass note every time I move, and it lingers for hours without turning cloying. This is exactly the kind of luminous, odd scent I’ve been hunting for.