Sung Homme Alfred Sung

The attack is decidedly green-spicy, with bergamot cutting through bright juniper and black pepper whilst sage and caraway create an almost herbal-medicinal quality that feels distinctly vintage. The artemisia adds a faintly bitter, slightly sharp character that prevents the citrus from becoming merely cheerful—there's edge here, intelligence, an almost confrontational freshness that settles into your skin with quiet authority.

As the aldehydes bloom, the composition softens marginally into something more powdery and refined, with carnation lending a slightly sweet, almost pencil-shaving quality that grounds the floral arrivals of geranium and jasmine. Stone pine needle emerges with cool resinous clarity, creating a dialogue between fresh botanicals and classical perfumery that feels simultaneously modern and timelessly balanced, with rose providing whispered support rather than declaration.

The woody base asserts itself fully, with vetiver and cedar creating a dry, somewhat austere framework whilst oakmoss and patchouli introduce earthiness that borders on mossy-soil rather than perfumey richness. Fir and sandalwood add subtle warmth, leather contributes a final thread of sophisticated restraint, and what remains is a fragrance that's become decidedly masculine in its austerity—close-to-skin, understated, lingering as more impression than projection.