Inspired by the refined mischief of Town & Country by Clive Christian

Country Club isn’t just a fragrance — it’s an invitation.

Not the kind that arrives by post, embossed and overly formal. No, this one comes with a wink, a loosened tie, and a vintage convertible waiting just beyond the hedges. It smells like summer at the estate, where rules are gently bent and charm is the only dress code that matters.

The scent opens with clary sage — sharp, clean, and slightly provocative. It’s the scent of crisp linens in the morning breeze, of tailored collars and fresh-cut greens, but there’s a hint of something wilder beneath. A flicker of rebellion in perfect posture.

As the day slips into afternoon, ambergris begins to rise. Salty, sensual, and just a bit scandalous, it evokes sun-warmed skin after a swim, whispered gossip over cocktails, and the hum of secrets shared beneath striped cabanas. This is where the story turns — where good manners meet golden mischief.

And finally, sandalwood enters like an heirloom passed from hand to hand — steady, warm, and impossibly smooth. It lingers like the last laugh at dinner, like bare feet on polished floors, like the moment just before the night gets interesting.

Country Club is elegance unbuttoned. It’s old money with a new grin. It’s polo in the morning and poolside poker by dusk. A fragrance for those who know when to follow the rules — and when to disappear behind the trees.