The French word sillage refers to the trail left behind by a sailing ship in the water. In the world of fragrance, it describes the lingering trace of perfume that remains in the air after someone has passed by. The train of a gown, the tail of a peacock, an invisible path. Just behind you.

SILLAGE was composed like a long-exposure photograph. What appears as a single point to the human eye becomes a line through the eye of the lens. Light takes on a physical presence, materializes, and becomes permanent. The composition opens with notes of oud, but not as a sharply defined image. Rather, it appears like an afterimage. Agarwood usually dominates an entire space, casting a dark shadow over a fragrance. In SILLAGE, however, the oud becomes a delicate ribbon upon which the other ingredients are arranged.

Imagine a vast open landscape, rugged hills framing the horizon, with clear parallel lines dividing the scene into equal halves. Those lines are softened by subtle notes of saffron and violet, creating a gentle motion that blurs the contours, a barely perceptible vibration.

SILLAGE is a fragrance poised on the edge of perception. Its individual elements remain fluid, as if in constant motion. It carries us from the dry roughness of resins into the warm embrace of musk and vanilla, discreet and serene. A traditional sillage usually says, “I was here.” This fragrance boldly declares, “I am here” — like an aftertaste, the imprint of a body on sheets, the emotion left behind by a touch.

TOP NOTES
Oud, Violet, Saffron

HEART NOTES
Olibanum, Jasmine, Raspberry

BASE NOTES
Suede, Musk, Vanilla, Benzoin, Amber