Cabochard Grès
A slap of aromatics—sage and tarragon—arrives with the astringent clarity of cold herbs crushed between fingers.
The scent fingerprint
Weighted by intensity across 13 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.
- Oakmoss50
- Leather45
- Tobacco40
- Vetiver40
- Lemon35
By the editors · 2 min readA slap of aromatics—sage and tarragon—arrives with the astringent clarity of cold herbs crushed between fingers. The opening is green and unapologetic, almost medicinal in its sharpness, with lemon cutting through like a knife. This isn't the polite greenness of garden florals; it's the bitterness of wild plants and forest floor.
As it settles, jasmine and rose emerge, but they're held in check by the persistent herbal backbone. The florals never sweeten or soften entirely; they remain tethered to earth by oakmoss and leather, creating a tension between refinement and rawness. There's a faint lactonic quality—possibly the coconut, though it reads more as skin musk than tropical fruit.
The dry down is where Cabochard shows its architecture: tobacco-stained leather, vetiver's smoky rootiness, patchouli's dark soil. It's a chypre that smells more like a person than a perfume—someone who reads, smokes occasionally, wears good leather, and doesn't apologize. Uncompromising in a way that feels increasingly rare.
