Tom Collins
Fragrance notes
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A glass sits on a weathered wooden bench beneath a canopy of trees that have just begun to turn. Cold air moves through the branches, carrying the sharp brightness of bergamot and the crisp bite of apple. Pineapple and black currant spill into the space, juicy and loud, cutting through the chill like sunlight breaking across a cloudy afternoon. The fruit feels fresh rather than candied, sitting cleanly in the air while the breeze shifts around the corner of the porch.
Jasmine and rose begin to rise as the air settles, their petals soft against the tart opening. Patchouli grounds the flowers with an earthy weight, keeping the petals from floating too far away. Oakmoss clings to the wood of the bench, lending a green, forest floor depth that makes the floral heart feel rooted in the ground rather than arranged in a vase. The scent sits close to the skin of the person holding the glass, warm and textured.
Musk and ambergris wrap the scene in a gentle haze, blurring the edges of the garden. Vanilla smooths the moss and the patchouli into something rounded and approachable, inviting rather than imposing. The fruit remains present through the flowers, lingering near the collar of a coat. It is a moment built from pineapple, apple, and black currant, carried through jasmine and rose, and finished by the quiet comfort of vanilla.
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