The paradox of smoke and fruit at the centre of every great autumn evening. It opens on bright lemon, blackcurrant and apple; sun-warmed and tart for the first quiet minute; before the smoke catches them. Pineapple joins jasmine and patchouli at the heart. Underneath, birch tar pulls the fruit down into a dry, almost-charred warmth; the kind that smells like a torch held to a barrel of preserves.
The dry-down is the part you’ll live with longest; oakmoss, cedarwood and musk turn the whole thing warm, and it carries across a room. It is the loudest scent in the lineup.
Hearthfruit is built for the evenings that need fire and fruit at the same time.
Date-night dinners and autumn-faire nights by a real bonfire. October weddings, the half-hour before the candles get lit. Wears for hours and leaves a generous trail. Choose it when you want the scent to do some of the talking.
