Robert Piguet
A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
The gaiac and cedar hit with an almost medicinal sharpness—think wood smoke trapped in resin, with that distinctive slightly greenish, turpentine-like edge that good gaiac delivers. The labdanum announces itself immediately, sticky and amber-dark, coating the woods in something that feels ancient and liturgical. There's heat here, but it's smouldering rather than bright, like embers buried in ash.
The patchouli emerges properly now, adding a damp, earthy complexity that transforms the opening's dryness into something more multidimensional. Sandalwood begins threading through the composition, its characteristic creamy-woody sweetness providing counterpoint to the gaiac's more austere character. The balsamic elements thicken further, creating this resinous cocoon where the woods intermingle and lose their individual edges, becoming a unified dark mass with flickering variations.
What remains is predominantly labdanum and sandalwood, now inseparable—a skin-close veil of ambery wood with residual smokiness hovering at the edges. The earthiness persists as a subtle greenish undertone, preventing the base from becoming purely sweet. It's warm, enveloping, and surprisingly intimate after the intensity of the opening, like standing close to someone who's spent hours beside a fire.
Bois Noir strips wood back to its most primal essence—not the polite sandalwood of meditation rooms, but something darker, denser, more visceral. Aurélien Guichard opens with gaiac and cedar that smell less like shavings and more like the charred heartwood of ancient trees, their smoke-blackened cores exposed. There's an immediate resinous weight here; the balsam and labdanum don't merely support the woods, they saturate them, creating this thick, almost tarry richness that clings to the air. The patchouli adds a crucial earthiness that prevents this from becoming just another polished woody amber—it's got soil under its fingernails, a greenish-brown mulch quality that grounds the composition in forest floor rather than perfume counter.
What makes Bois Noir compelling is its refusal to play nice. The spicy accord reads less like recognisable cinnamon or pepper and more like the acrid bite of bark and sap, whilst the smoky facets suggest campfire aftermath rather than incense ceremony. The sandalwood emerges as a creamy whisper against all this darkness, offering just enough softness to keep things wearable without domesticating the beast. This is for those who find most woody fragrances too sanitised, too office-appropriate. It belongs on someone who treats scent as statement rather than accessory—worn with heavy knits in autumn, layered over skin that's spent the day outdoors. Not aggressive, but unapologetically intense, Bois Noir makes no concessions to mass appeal, and that's precisely its appeal.
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