A scent for autumnal nights of crackling fires and stories told over hot drinks brewed on an open flame. The forest clusters round the cabin. The scent of leather and smoke rise warm and rich into the amber light. Faces are half-lit, rosy in the firelight, the comfort of vanilla drifting between flickering sparks. The warmth of the firelight mingles with the richness of leather, and smoke curls up into the starry night.

Candlelight flickers over the rich darkness of oil paintings, carved statuettes, gilded frames. Works of art centuries old are gathered here, where the warmth of amber and musk, the scent of history and wealth, rise from every drape. The rooms that held royalty, heard laughter echo over crystal and firelight, still filled with a sense of reverence and worship. The sweetness of sandalwood mingles with the still air and follows you like a pulse through the halls of Versailles.

The first flowers of the spring move in the fresh breeze, clean air stirring the leaves of a seaside garden on the Riviera. The golden warmth of acacia and delicate brightness of lily of the valley mingle with the wind fresh off the sea, echoing on rosy chateau walls. The sun-warmed fragrance of cedar wood, fresh roses gathered in tanned arms. Memories of a hundred springs and summers, glittering parties and languid seasons of escape, gather and are renewed every year with the fresh blooms. A celebration of life, the sweetness of fresh-cut flowers, a garden growing wild, emerald green.

Soft smoke rises into the still air. Resin and spice, precious woods, filling the echoing church. Light filtered through stained glass, and rain tapping on stone and thick moss outside. The freshness of crushed fir needles, the richness of amber and guaiacwood, lift the spirit and calm it. The moment is held, sacred and still.

Fresh breezes blow off the sea, stirring the white sails of a yacht off the coast of Italy. Summer sunlight glances off the cliffsides, the sparkling ocean. On the wind, the scent of Sicilian orange and mandarin, giving way to a warm summer heart of magnolia and violet, clustered and fragrant on the shore. At the base, the green freshness of vetiver rises. A scent for mornings bright with the sun, for salted air, glittering sails, and the freedom of a Mediterranean summer.

He cuts quite a figure as he strides down the streets of Florence. Cashmere coat and tailored suit, a glint of gold at his cuff. In cafés he leans back in his chair, laughs and tells stories. Of places visited, people loved. They can’t help but lean closer, to the smell of tobacco, the simmer of bourbon vanilla. And the trace he leaves on the air of so many miles travelled, so much life lived — the scent of oud, warm and deep, more precious than gold itself, a mystery they long to unravel.

Vines spill over the walls of a villa in the rolling green hills of Tuscany. In the courtyard, under the trees, baskets of figs lay ripe and rosy in the shade, their scent rising to mingle with the green sweetness of the leaves. Under the trees, laughter echoes over tables laden with fruit and flowers, wine and music, the summer stretching golden before you.

The roses, too, are gathered from her own garden — a heritage of exotic travels, cuttings taken from the most beautiful gardens — from Damascus and Istanbul, England and America. They tell a thousand stories with every breath they give to the air — their sweetness and musk. Of adventures, and love, of a wild heart who has lived her life well. They scent her room, they leave a trace on her silk scarves, love letters sent across oceans, and family albums full of snapshots. They’ve been gathered for weddings and birthdays, faces gathered around her table, each beloved. And each petal her signature, the fingerprint of a family and its love.

A scent for summer nights, fresh and evocative. This delicate composition of vetiver and Moroccan cedar wood open a green and opulent path into a sultry night. The surroundings of citrus tress and floral coverings give balance to this earthy scent, evoking a warmth that lingers long into the morning.