Lola's Lemonana

A glass of something cold and citrus-bright, poured in the shade of a green garden.

It starts with a rush of pink grapefruit and lime, sharp and juicy, lifted by bergamot and a squeeze of orange. Cedrat threads through it all with a pale, lemony zest that keeps everything crisp and alive, like sun catching the rim of the glass. Then it cools. Spearmint slips in, fresh and almost icy, softening the citrus into something calmer. Rose turns it gently lush, while blue lotus brings a dreamy, watery petal-softness and gardenia adds a velvety, opulent hush. Underneath, blue cypress runs clean and resinous, green and woody all at once.As it settles, the warmth arrives slowly: a quiet thread of Papua oud, smooth sandalwood, and a breath of soft musk that wraps close to the skin. 

The cool stays, the green stays, but now there's depth holding it together — easy to reach for, hard to put down.

Notes: Pink Grapefruit, Bergamot, Lime, Orange, Cedrat, White Ambergris, Spearmint, Rose, Blue Lotus, Gardenia, Blue Cypress, Papua Oud, Sandalwood, Siberian Musk

Please Note: Lost Tribe perfumes are made in small batches, filled by the perfumer by weight rather than to a visual line, and presented in a pouch in place of a box.

Somewhere past the edge of the map, the wild still keeps its secrets.

Lost Tribe was built to carry those secrets back. Working by hand in New York City, the house draws only from what the earth already offers — botanicals and raw materials gathered with care for the land they come from. Nothing is rushed. Each blend is shaped slowly, the way a story passes from one keeper to the next, holding onto the green hush of deep forest, the warmth of sun on bark, the mineral cool of untouched ground. The result feels less like something made and more like something found. For those who want to wear a piece of the untamed world, and to express who they truly are without pretense, this is where the trail leads.

• Mathew Schmuelian