In French, sillage means the trail left behind—a boat through water, a plane through the sky, or simply a person passing by. For me, as a fashion designer obsessed with detail, scent isn’t just a finishing touch. It’s emotional architecture. I don’t chase trendy juice. I chase emotion. These 12 are the bottles I actually wear—sometimes for months on end, sometimes only for the right kind of dusk. They carry me. ⸻ 🟤 Fueguia 1833 El Otro Tigre Rooty, resinous, unpredictable. Inspired by Borges’ poem. Herbal and poetic, like literature bottled. 🖤 Le Labo Thé Noir 29 Smells like a memory that refuses to fade. Black tea, fig, and a trace of tobacco—soft but grounded. Santal 33 – Everyone’s heard of it. But on the right skin, the cold wood becomes warm. A modern classic with depth. 💧 Maison Francis Kurkdjian Aqua Universalis – If a white shirt had a scent. Clean, eternal. Oud Satin Mood – Velvet in scent form. Luxurious without being loud. Baccarat Rouge 540 – Saffron meets ambergris. Yes, it’s hyped—but it earns it. Rich and crystalline. 🌲 BYREDO Super Cedar Minimalist snow lodge. Cool, calm, clear cedarwood—like someone who knows their worth and doesn’t need to explain. 🔥 DIPTYQUE Tam Dao Burning sandalwood chips and temple smoke. Spiritual without being serious. 🧊 Hermès Un Jardin Apres la Mousson – Monsoon soil, lush greens, and a poetic detour to India. Eau des Merveilles Bleue – Ocean air bottled. Clean and salty-sweet. Feels like waking up next to the sea. 🌞 Tom Ford Soleil Blanc – Heatwave in slow motion. Tropical, golden, but never too sweet. White Suede – Skin scent. Like cashmere on collarbones. Quietly seductive. ⸻ Fragrance, to me, is another kind of tailoring. Invisible, but defining. A scent that fits you doesn’t wear on you—it becomes you. #FragranceConfession #PerfumeWardrobe #ScentIsStyle