Trevert

Trevert opens with sharp green fir and anise-tinged tarragon, crisp as a forest floor after rain. Tuberose blooms into creamy, almost indolic warmth in the heart, tempered by clary sage's herbal earthiness—a contrast between hothouse flower and wild herb. The base settles into a dry, resinous bed of pine needles and grass, grounding the sweetness into something leathery and close to skin, less perfume than the scent of walking through evergreen woodland in soft clothes.