Sgail

Sgàil was born from a journey through the mist laden Highlands of

Scotland, a land where time moves slowly, and every hill, glen,

and loch seems to breathe with memory. The fragrance draws its

soul from the whispers of the wind, the ancient tales of shepherds,

and the spirits that linger in the fog above the moors. It is a perfume

of shadow and remembrance, of earth and story, where nature and

myth intertwine.

During a walk across rain drenched fields and moss covered

slopes, the inspiration for Sgàil became clear. Local tales spoke of

shepherds guiding their flocks through nights thick with mist, where

the haunting howl of Cù-sìth, the spectral Highland hound, echoed

across the glens. Three times it sounded; a warning, a guide, a

reminder that the unseen world walks alongside the living. At dawn,

flocks returned unharmed, and the shepherd understood that the

shadow of the spirit had watched over them.

The memory of that night. The scent of wool, wet grass, peat, and

the breath of the mountains became the heart of Sgàil.

The soul of the Highlands, captured in breath, in earth, and in

shadow.