Scent Story
Named for Alba, Scotland's ancient self, and the aura of light that crowns its wildest skies, this glacial eau de parfum captures the precise moment where purity meets power.
In 1927, Isobel Wylie Hutchison - botanist, poet, Arctic explorer - set out alone across the frozen coastline of Greenland. She carried a notebook, a camera, and an extraordinary capacity for solitude. Albaura was made in her image.
It opens with a bright, silvery rush - iced juniper, sea fennel, and frostbitten citrus sharp as a Highland intake of breath, with a fleeting, botanical edge of Artemisia absinthium, the same wild herb that haunts the world of fine spirits. The heart is where Albaura becomes remarkable: Arctic poppy and peony, luminous and resilient, rare flowers that bloom at the edge of the possible, suspended in cool, white-floral stillness.
Then, slowly, the cold recedes into warmth. Atlas cedar, rock moss, and a plant-derived ambergris accord - clean, mineral, faintly saline- settle into the skin like frost crystallising on old stone. The dry-down is long, graceful, and entirely unhurried.
The untamed north, distilled into light.
