A wild Turkish rose at the heart, a thread of black raspberry running through the top, dry patchouli and incense smouldering beneath. A romance scent for the protagonist of a fantasy novel; built for evenings that need a velvet cape.
Wears close on the skin at first, then deepens into a smoke-tinted rose that hangs in the room behind you. The kind of scent that gets asked after at dinner.
Briarcrown is the floral that doesnโt apologise for being floral.
Anniversary dinners, the cocktail before the dinner, fall weddings, October book launches, the last good night out before winter. Romance-coded but not sweet; Briarcrown is rose with thorns in it.







