Think of this fragrance as sitting somewhere between Matière Première’s Crystal Saffron, with its bright, translucent take on saffron, and Maison Crivelli’s Santal Volcanique, with its textured warmth and quiet intensity—while Tigers in Paris leans more magnetic and mysterious. It opens with a glint of saffron and pink pepper, sharp yet golden, before softening into orris and geranium layered over rich labdanum. In the drydown, oud, sandalwood, and tobacco rise like smoke in slow motion. The result is sharp but sensual—like danger dressed in silk, stepping into the night with a half-smile and something to hide.

Wearing Tigers in Paris feels like strutting through quiet streets with wild confidence—saffron heat, silk shadows, and untamed charm wrapped in elegance. Bold, magnetic, and just a little dangerous.

It shouldn't make sense— but it does. A tiger walking the quiet streets of Paris at dawn. The cafés still closed, the sky blushing softly, and not a soul daring to stop him. Saffron heat clings to his fur, velvet paws tapping over cobblestones like secrets being kept. There’s something wild in this elegance. Something untamed behind the polished windows and perfect balconies. The scent trails behind—spiced, smoky, golden—like a mystery dressed in silk. Tigers in Paris isn’t here to follow rules. It’s bold, sharp, smooth all at once. Think red velvet in a jazz club. A gaze held too long across a room. It’s a story you can’t quite explain. But somehow, you remember every detail. And you smell like it. Strange. Beautiful. Unforgettable.

Because it’s about being wild in a place that’s meant to be polished. A tiger, calm and bold, walking through quiet Paris streets at dawn. It’s unexpected, elegant, and a little dangerous. A name for a scent that feels untamed, unforgettable, and completely your own.

Best worn on evening dates, art shows, rooftop bars, or bold solo days—when you want to feel fearless, stylish, and unforgettable.