HAMMAM BOUQUET

The lavender hits first, sharp and proper, before the rose and sandalwood settle into something warm and unhurried. I catch myself smelling my wrist all day, like I've got a secret piece of 1872 tucked under my sleeve.

Smells like stepping into a fancy old bathhouse, the rose comes through warm and soft rather than sharp. I've been wearing it for a week and keep catching whiffs of that sandalwood base that linger all day.

The lavender and sandalwood blend is exactly the old-world luxury I was hoping for—it’s rich but not overpowering, and it lingers for hours without turning sharp. I’ve been reaching for it every morning since it arrived, and it genuinely feels like a tiny escape to a more elegant time.