We found the idea for Tam o’ Shanter one winter evening on Rose Street, Edinburgh - that narrow run of cobbles between Princes Street and George Street, lined with old pubs and misted windows. The air was thick with the scent of oak casks, tobacco, and rain on stone. It felt timeless; the same city Robert Burns once wandered through, half in shadow, half in song.
That atmosphere became the core of this perfume. It opens with smoked oak and black pepper, followed by amber and whisky, rounded by a trace of patchouli. Warm, dark, and a little mischievous - a nod to the poet’s night-time spirit and the glow of good company on a cold night.
It’s a scent that lingers like a story told after midnight.
