Origins of the Fragrance

THE CALL OF OPEN COUNTRY

Some places can’t be bought or built. They can only be found: a bend in the river, a ridge above the tree line, a clearing where the light comes through just so.

WHERE THE WILD MEETS THE REFINED

OAIRE is for the man equally at home in a wood-paneled library and on a windswept ridge. He’s shaped by the seasons, steadied by the landscape, and never quite comfortable too long indoors. It captures the outdoors as he knows it: cold water, wet stone, evergreen, and the warmth of a fire at day’s end.

Crisp at first light. Warm by nightfall. Rooted in open country. OAIRE.

Perfumer: Constance Georges-Picot