Arboretum Bukovyna
Autumn calm, cherry juice and tobacco meditation.

This is the scent of mature silence, when the sun breaks through the crowns of beeches, illuminating the faded leaves with golden hues, and the sweet spirit of ripe dark cherries and the shadow of old tobacco leaves drying in the barns hovers in the air.

The introduction is a heady cherry wave: cherries, plums, dark fruits - juicy, generous, almost lacquered. They smell like childhood, July and pleasure. But the sweetness is not frivolous - it is burdened with earth, tranquillity and depth.

At the heart is white tobacco, not smoky, but fermented and warm, like old notebooks or yellowed pages. It is joined by leather chords, like an old jacket left on a wooden porch, and bitter Carpathian herbs that have retained their mood after the rain.

The finale is warm and sunny: a drop of wild honey, a smoky haze stretching from a distant farm somewhere, and fallen leaves, crisp and spicy, rustling underfoot. There are also soft resinous woody tones that give the fragrance depth and a calm finish.

Arboretum Bucovуna is Bukovinian autumn in a bottle, a memory of lost peace, and sweet hop maturity.

For those who love the echoes of old stories, sunny leaves underfoot, and a smell that speaks instead of words.