Three people in couture cross a wet concrete square at night under cold street lamps: a coat of silver paillettes, a camel wool cape, and a black satin gown with a gold lined train
Fragrance 01, Iron Court

Slate

Eau de parfum for the hour before you leave.

EUR 240
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See the notes
The Slate bottle, smoked black glass with a brushed steel cap, on a concrete block beside a fold of black satin and a few silver paillettes

Eau de parfum, 50 ml

Three notes

  • TopBlack pepperDry and sharp, in the first minute.
  • HeartCold steelA mineral, metallic accord that stays close to the skin.
  • BaseSmoked leatherWarm and dark, until morning.
EUR 240
1 View bag

The ritual

The last thing you put on.

A woman with a short black fringe sprays perfume on her neck in front of a steel framed mirror, in a black satin gown and long gloves
The mirrorOne spray on each side of the neck. The glass forgets a face, and the room keeps the scent.
A bearded man in a silver chest plate and a camel cape presses two fingers to his neck beside a half open steel door, the perfume bottle in his other hand
The thresholdWait to be asked in. By then the scent has already crossed the room.
Bottle
Smoked glass, steel cap
Concentration
Eau de parfum
Size
50 ml
See the collection Iron Court Four people in tailoring walk through a concrete and glass lobby in morning light: a grey suit with a sculpted shoulder, a camel coat dress with a black bag, a black satin suit, and a long charcoal overcoat