Mere
Made from what the season gives.
Before the mist lifts. Before the fields wake.
This is where Mere begins.
The damp. The green. The something in the air that arrives before the light does. Not a perfume. Something older. The particular green of an English morning that nobody has ever quite managed to put into words.
Mere was made in pursuit of that feeling. We follow the seasons, not the other way around.
Three fragrances. Three fields. Three things worth waiting for.
No.1 VERDURE
Cucumber & White Tea
A Wiltshire greenhouse at dawn. The vines still damp, the yellow flowers barely open. Cucumber grown in English soil, paired with the quiet clarity of white tea.
No.2 BRIAR
Rhubarb & Rose
A walled garden in Kent, just before the sun comes up. Rhubarb pulled from the earth alongside roses cut at the hour their scent is strongest.
No.3 SOLEIL
Elderflower & Honey
A Cotswolds meadow in the week the hives are opened. The elderflower grows wild in the hedgerows every June. The bees find it before we do. We follow them.