Polo Green

Polo Green stands as an unapologetic monument to 1970s American power dressing, translating the country club's verdant fairways into olfactory form. The opening salvo of pine needle and artemisia is bracingly bitter, almost medicinal, cut through with basil's anise-tinged greenness and bergamot's fleeting citric brightness. This isn't the polite greenness of cut grass; it's the resinous snap of breaking branches underfoot during an autumn shoot. What makes this fragrance compelling rather than simply challenging is the jarring juxtaposition at its heart—a full-throated floral quartet of carnation, geranium, jasmine, and rose that would seem more at home in a woman's scent. Yet here, these blooms are tempered by the forest floor notes, the carnation's clove-like spiciness weaving through the composition like smoke from a good cigar. The base is where Polo Green reveals its true character: a magnificent collision of oakmoss, patchouli, and leather that evokes well-oiled tack rooms and aged leather wing chairs. The tobacco adds a dry, slightly sweet smokiness whilst vetiver contributes an earthy, almost austere rootedness. This is the scent of old money and older traditions—worn by men who've never had to prove anything, who understand that true confidence often manifests as controlled aggression. It demands a certain bearing, a willingness to occupy space unapologetically. Best suited to cooler months and evening wear, though a certain type of man wears it year-round as a signature.