Tyger Tyger
Tyger Tyger opens with a feral sweetness—ripe peach bleeding into raw leather, less fruity than carnivorous.
The scent fingerprint
Weighted by intensity across 5 accords.
Every perfume in Sillage is represented as a distribution across canonical accord slugs — a lingua franca for scent. Two fragrances with overlapping fingerprints are scent-twins, even if they share no literal note.
- Leather80
- Sandalwood75
- Oakmoss75
- Peach70
- Patchouli65
By the editors · 2 min readTyger Tyger opens with a feral sweetness—ripe peach bleeding into raw leather, less fruity than carnivorous. The oakmoss arrives quickly, tempering the sweetness with forest floor dampness, while sandalwood provides a smooth, almost powdery foundation that keeps the composition from turning too animalic too soon. The peach never fully disappears; it lingers as a suggestion of something overripe, faintly indecent.
As it develops, the patchouli emerges with earthy weight, grounding the leather and moss into something dense and skin-close. The balance is deliberately unsettling—neither clean nor dirty, neither feminine nor masculine, hovering instead in that space where natural smells resist easy categorization.
This is fragrance for those who find comfort in contradiction. It asks you to reconcile softness with bite, familiarity with strangeness. Tyger Tyger doesn't roar; it watches from the undergrowth.