An ode to wild elegance. Where mystery meets memory, wrapped in green and shadow.

Inspired by Green Irish Tweed by Creed, The Irishman captures the soul of the countryside at dawn — not just the scent of the earth, but of the man who walks it. It is a fragrance steeped in legend, tradition, and silent power.

It opens like a stroll through damp fields just kissed by the morning mist. Verbena leads — crisp, citrusy, bracing — clearing the air like the first breath after rain. Behind it, the noble bloom of iris adds depth: powdery, refined, and quietly confident, like a man who doesn’t need to speak to be seen.

But this isn’t a fragrance about nature alone. It’s about memory. Emotion. Legacy.

The green of violet leaf curls in next — cool, metallic, a bit wistful. It’s the note that clings to linen collars and wool coats. It whispers of handwritten letters, the crunch of gravel under boots, and countryside roads that wind without reason. It’s the scent of stillness before the storm, of watching rather than chasing.

As the story unfolds, The Irishman dives deeper. Into warmth. Into skin. Into the lasting mark left behind.

A trace of ambergris, oceanic and almost animalic, lingers like salt on the wind. It merges with the smooth, grounding presence of sandalwood, which anchors the scent with elegant resolve. Together, they create a finish that is at once clean, sensual, and unmistakably masculine.

The Irishman isn’t loud. It doesn’t need to be.

It is legacy bottled — timeless as an old tale, fresh as new rain. A scent for the man who leads with grace, who lets his silence speak louder than words, and whose memory never fades.