Ferragosto Eau De Parfum

“Late August is when I start to want to bottle everything: garden dinners in Anacapri, ripe fruit, sun-warmed shoulders, and laughter still echoing from lunch.” – Jordan Samuel

Ferragosto (fer-rah-GOS-toh), our second fragrance, is a late-summer reverie—bottled. Inspired by evenings in the hills of Anacapri, it calls to mind the final days of August: sun-warmed apricots, fresh cut grass, figs split open by hand, laughter still lingering from lunch, and the breeze shifting just enough to remind us the season is starting to slip. 

The brightness of Capri as most know it is still there, but it’s softened, filtered through memory. What you smell isn’t the beach day—it’s the dinner after, when the salt’s been rinsed off your skin, the air is heavy with fruit, time stretches out, and the light has turned golden.

*Due to shipping restrictions the fragrance can only be shipped within the contiguous United States at the moment.

Featured fragrance notes:

Fig Skin & Sap - plucked straight from the gardens of Villa San Michele, where fig trees stretch, sun-warmed and slightly green over weathered stone. Woody with some sweetness, it’s ripe fruit split open by hand, eaten barefoot on a garden terrace.

Apricot - takes us to the orchard groves just beyond Monte Solaro’s winding paths, fruit hanging heavy and untouched. Juicy, sun-drenched, and just shy of too sweet—it’s that last bite after lunch, a taste of the island at its ripest.

Cardamom - adds a cool flicker of spice for balance that cuts through the fruit. It’s the first flash of flame catching in the Faro di Punta Carena lighthouse right as your aperitivo arrives. It’s sharp and quietly confident, adding structure without stealing the show.

Cut Grass Accord - is green, vibrant, and slightly nostalgic—a grounding thread that brings the outdoors in. It’s the hum of heat rising from the terraced hillsides near Chiesa di San Michele with summer, like an anchor, clinging to the air. 

Sandalwood - wraps everything in a soft-focus haze. Velvety and grounding, it’s the golden warmth of memory at Villa Damecuta, with heat radiating off the ruins long after the sun has slipped below the horizon.