The Story
Why it exists.
The beginning
Under The Figtree is a tribute to the fig tree itself, not just the fruit, but the whole thing. The canopy that shelters you from summer heat. The milky sap at the stem. The way the leaves turn papery and yellow in autumn. Daniel Josier grew up near the Mediterranean where fig trees are everywhere, and this fragrance captures the specific sensory memory of standing underneath one: green air, warm wood, fruit that isn't yet ripe. It's a narrative composition, which is exactly what this brand does. Each scent is a story that unfolds on skin.
Fig is one of the most divisive materials in perfumery. Some people experience it as green and leafy. Others get the lactonic, almost coconut-like quality of ripe fig pulp. Under The Figtree does both, opening with that fresh-cut grass and fig leaf clarity, then revealing the fruit's sweeter side as it settles. The combination of fig leaf, cut grass, and tea leaf in the heart is unusual. Most fig fragrances lean either green or fruity. This one holds both at once, which is what makes it worth attention. The tea leaf note adds a quiet bitterness that keeps the sweetness honest, like the membrane inside a fig leaf.
The evolution
The citrus opening is quick and bright, bergamot and mandarin give you maybe twenty minutes of that sharp, sunlit clarity before the green takes over. Then the fig arrives. Not the fruit first, but the leaf: that specific smell of stems cut in a garden, a little bitter, a little milky. The cut grass is right there with it. After an hour, the fig fruit itself emerges, sweeter, rounder, the lactonic quality that makes fig controversial and compelling at the same time. The drydown is cedar and musk, warm and close, staying intimate for the remaining hours. It doesn't push. It lingers.
Cultural impact
Under The Figtree sits comfortably in the wave of fig-forward fragrances that have earned a devoted following in the niche community. The combination of fig leaf, cut grass, and tea leaf in the heart is uncommon, most fig fragrances lean either green or fruity, not both simultaneously. Wearers describe it as the scent of someone who walks into a room and doesn't need to announce themselves.
