Fougère Belladone

Once feared as poison, the tomato was a fruit of suspicion—whispered about in candlelit halls, avoided by nobles who believed it cursed. Fougère Belladone resurrects that tension between allure and dread, crafting a verdant fougère that’s equal parts botanical menace and refined seduction.

The opening is sharp and luminous: bergamot and terpenes fizz like green lightning across the skin, clearing a path for the strange, addictive greenness of tomato leaf—bitter, stemmy, and alive with unease. It’s the scent of forbidden gardens, lush with secrets.

In the heart, the classic fougère structure unfurls with a twist. Lavandin grosso anchors the composition in aromatic tradition, while lime and lemongrass slice through with a citrusy, herbal edge—clean, but never innocent. It hums with a brightness that borders on feverish.

The base is rich and grounded. Sandalwood lends warmth and polish, oakmoss deepens the forest floor beneath your feet, and muguet (lily of the valley) offers a ghostly floral whisper—delicate, but not to be trusted.

Fougère Belladone is a dance between refinement and risk, between the apothecary and the assassin. A fougère for those who savor complexity—and don’t mind a little danger in their green.