MICHAEL CREW

Air comes first, clean and startling, like stepping out onto a ridge with nothing but sky in every direction. This scent feels expansive and untethered, built around freedom, distance, and the quiet ache of wanting to stay aloft forever. Michael Crew never belonged to the ground for long, and this carries that restless lift.

Mountain Air – Cool and thin, sharp with altitude. Escape and exhilaration, the clarity that comes when the world drops away beneath you.

Black Salt – Mineral and dry, grounding the openness. The cost of flight, danger and consequence carried even in moments of joy.

White Tea – Pale and calming, gently aromatic. Reflection and restraint, calm found in stillness rather than control.

Open Sky – Vast and ozone-bright, felt more than smelled. Possibility without limit, the pull of heights that promise both freedom and risk.

After it settles, there is the sensation of standing at the edge of everything, wind pressing at your back, horizon wide open, and the lingering knowledge that once you have tasted the sky, nothing else ever feels quite enough.