Philosykos

“Sweating in Athens. Sunsets in Paros. Lunch breaks by the beach feasting on fried barbounia and drinking cold Mamos.”

“Fresh green fig and cedar. Such an incredible smell.”

“Kind tree”

“my mom's signature perfume”

“the French Riviera in a bottle. sexy fig trees on clean skin.”

“Had this on the ole Pinterest board years ago; maybe last August I sidled up to the Newbury Street Diptyque and splurged. Not my every day driver but incredibly unique, I'm trying to integrate it more as my usual supply dwindles.”

“I like fig fragrances. There are a lot of them. But I love this one because the dry-down is a bit dirty—actually really dirty. It smells like dirt to me. But the earthy quality is exactly how I remember it when sticking my nose into a fig butt.”