Mandragore

It hits with the immediate sharp snap of bergamot and cool mint, quickly underscored by the metallic heat of ginger and black pepper. There is an earthy curiosity here—the star anise and sage bring a dry, herbal bite that feels less like a perfume and more like a crushed garden breeze. As it settles, the boxwood and labdanum provide a resinous, woody spine that grounds the sharp top notes. It sits close to the skin, trading heavy projection for a persistent, clean-cut intellectual clarity that survives the swelter of the afternoon.