Parc Floral

A medieval village wakes inside a painting, its secret garden full of blooms gathered from every corner of the world.

It begins the way an old barbershop smells on a bright morning — bergamot and grapefruit snapping clean and sharp, mandarin and elemi adding a resinous, sunlit lift, herbs like rosemary and lavender threading through. It's wild and polished at once, the feeling of a fresh shave. Then the garden opens.

White rose unfurls at the center, plush and velvety, almost like dessert — innocent and indulgent together, with marigold, ylang ylang, and honeysuckle crowding in around it. Something powdery and faintly green lingers just beneath, but the rose holds court. Slowly the woods pull up a chair. Cedar, patchouli, and damp oakmoss settle in, warmed by a whisper of oud and the soft animal hum of hyraceum and ambergris. 

A last breath of linden and immortelle drifts back toward that old barbershop calm — vintage, comforting, and quietly alive.

Notes: Bergamot, Grapefruit, Elemi, Spanish Verbena, Mandarin, Ambergris, Patchouli, Litsea Cubeba, Marigold, Ginger, Lavender, Ylang Ylang, Honeysuckle Otto, White Rose, Chinese Oud, Hindi Oud, Rosemary, Oakmoss, Immortelle, Virginian Cedar, Blonde Hyraceum, Linden Blossom

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