Join Wagoner’s and Felis Umbra as we celebrate 250 years of American Independence. We have created complimentary scents to be worn by patriots who celebrate and honor those who sacrificed so much to create the experiment which are these United States.
Sold as a combination set to the first 20 buyers, you will receive a 1 oz Wagoner’s Hide Tonic, 2 oz. Wagoner’s Berde Salve, and a 10 ml Felis Umbra 42% Extrait de Parfum (Like Lafayette at Yorktown, a small presence makes a massive impact.)
The air in the colonies was thick—not just with the humidity of the Atlantic, but with the electric charge of revolution. In the dim, lantern-lit corners of a clandestine foundry, the "Liberty Lead" was forged. It wasn't just ammunition; it was the scent of a new world being carved out of the old.
The Wagoner’s Workshop Liberty Lead collection captures that precise moment of stillness before the storm. It’s the scent of a woodsman who has traded his plow for a flintlock—a blend of bracing citrus, cold sea air, and the sharp, metallic bite of black powder. This isn't just grooming; it's a tribute to the grit and resolve of those who stood their ground.
The year is 1777. A young, idealistic Frenchman stands at the railing of the Victoire, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the New World promises a revolution. He is not just a nobleman; he is a bridge between two worlds, fueled by a passion for liberty that burns brighter than any courtly candle.
As the ship cuts through the churning Atlantic, the air is thick with the Ocean Air—heavy, humid, and charged with the spray of Sea Salt. This is the scent of the crossing: the sharp, cold bracing of the waves against the hull and the mineral tang of the deep.
In his cabin, a small sprig of Basil and a crushed Geranium leaf from his home gardens in Auvergne cling to his coat, a fleeting memory of the French countryside. But as he steps onto the deck, these soft greens are swept away by the sudden, bright zest of Grapefruit, like the first light of a colonial dawn breaking over the mast. It is a scent of optimism and the sharp bite of destiny.
The ship carries more than just men; it carries the scent of the journey itself. The weathered Driftwood of the deck, soaked in brine and sun, mingles with the earthy, grounded depth of Patchouli—the smell of the crates, the rugged gear of a soldier, and the very soil of a continent he has yet to touch but is already prepared to die for.
Underneath it all, a subtle, elegant note of Rose lingers—a reminder of the refinement he left behind, now entwined with the wild, briny scent of Seaweed clinging to the anchor.
The Marquis de Lafayette is not just a fragrance; it is the olfactory chronicle of that first voyage. It is the scent of a man caught between the elegance of Versailles and the grit of the American wilderness—a scent forged in salt, tempered by wood, and blooming with the defiant spirit of Liberty Lead.
Join Wagoner’s and Felis Umbra as we celebrate 250 years of American Independence. We have created complimentary scents to be worn by patriots who celebrate and honor those who sacrificed so much to create the experiment which are these United States.
Sold as a combination set to the first 20 buyers, you will receive a 1 oz Wagoner’s Hide Tonic, 2 oz. Wagoner’s Berde Salve, and a 10 ml Felis Umbra 42% Extrait de Parfum (Like Lafayette at Yorktown, a small presence makes a massive impact.)
The air in the colonies was thick—not just with the humidity of the Atlantic, but with the electric charge of revolution. In the dim, lantern-lit corners of a clandestine foundry, the "Liberty Lead" was forged. It wasn't just ammunition; it was the scent of a new world being carved out of the old.
The Wagoner’s Workshop Liberty Lead collection captures that precise moment of stillness before the storm. It’s the scent of a woodsman who has traded his plow for a flintlock—a blend of bracing citrus, cold sea air, and the sharp, metallic bite of black powder. This isn't just grooming; it's a tribute to the grit and resolve of those who stood their ground.
The year is 1777. A young, idealistic Frenchman stands at the railing of the Victoire, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the New World promises a revolution. He is not just a nobleman; he is a bridge between two worlds, fueled by a passion for liberty that burns brighter than any courtly candle.
As the ship cuts through the churning Atlantic, the air is thick with the Ocean Air—heavy, humid, and charged with the spray of Sea Salt. This is the scent of the crossing: the sharp, cold bracing of the waves against the hull and the mineral tang of the deep.
In his cabin, a small sprig of Basil and a crushed Geranium leaf from his home gardens in Auvergne cling to his coat, a fleeting memory of the French countryside. But as he steps onto the deck, these soft greens are swept away by the sudden, bright zest of Grapefruit, like the first light of a colonial dawn breaking over the mast. It is a scent of optimism and the sharp bite of destiny.
The ship carries more than just men; it carries the scent of the journey itself. The weathered Driftwood of the deck, soaked in brine and sun, mingles with the earthy, grounded depth of Patchouli—the smell of the crates, the rugged gear of a soldier, and the very soil of a continent he has yet to touch but is already prepared to die for.
Underneath it all, a subtle, elegant note of Rose lingers—a reminder of the refinement he left behind, now entwined with the wild, briny scent of Seaweed clinging to the anchor.
The Marquis de Lafayette is not just a fragrance; it is the olfactory chronicle of that first voyage. It is the scent of a man caught between the elegance of Versailles and the grit of the American wilderness—a scent forged in salt, tempered by wood, and blooming with the defiant spirit of Liberty Lead.
