In Federico García Lorca’s famous poem, Arbolé, Arbolé…, a succession of travelers unsuccessfully attempt to sway the affections of a pretty young woman picking olives from a green tree. Just like its namesake poem, Hiram Green’s Arbolé is simple and beautiful, deeply evocative and quietly, sumptuously romantic. Based on a deceptively short list of notes, it nonetheless exudes hidden complexity, as earthy, naturalistic patchouli merges with dry, robust cedar and velvety sandalwood to create overlapping tonalities of sweet and smooth, and soft and spicy, that exude the beguiling yet straightforward beauty of Lorca’s heroine. As it dries, creamy vanilla and powdery tonka whisk us further into the magically-real dream, where none of the many colorful opportunities that beckon us away from our dry, green tree could be as fulfilling as the life in front of our eyes.
