Picture this a fine leather glove, fitted perfectly to the hand that wears it, now picture a dainty pink powder puff, the most lady like powder puff filled with the daintiest of pink powder, a cosmetic from the 1950s perhaps. Now imagine you are in a room in an old house by the sea side, the sun is coming in, it is early summer and a fresh breeze is coming in. Now imagine the three together, picture that leather gloved hand picking up that dainty pink powder puff and applying it to a beautiful, ageless face.

That is Cabochard. Leather, tobacco and oakmoss made feminine by aldehydes and the most feminine flowers and freshened with orris root and sea breezes

Sweet, leathery, and utterly gloriously feminine. Complex as fuck, glorious.