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There is a lavender grown at 400 metres that smells nothing like a lavender grown at 1,200 metres. Same species, same genus, same flower — but an entirely different aromatic profile. More camphor at altitude. More ester at lower elevations. A cooler, sharper, greener scent when the nights are cold.

This is terroir. The word belongs to wine, but the principle belongs to all agriculture. Every plant carries the memory of where it was grown: the mineral composition of the soil, the angle of the sun, the number of frost days, the altitude above sea level.

We source our lavender exclusively from the Plateau de Valensole and the upper reaches of the Alpes-de-Haute-Provence, above 900 metres. Not because we are romantic about altitude — though we are — but because the aromatic chemistry is demonstrably superior. Our GC/MS reports confirm what the nose already knows: more linalool, more linalyl acetate, lower camphor content. A cleaner, longer-lasting fragrance with more therapeutic depth.

When you open a bottle of our Lavande de Montagne, you are not smelling lavender in the abstract. You are smelling a specific hillside, in a specific season, harvested at a specific moment of peak potency. That specificity is the whole product.

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Ask a grower when the harvest begins and you will rarely get a date. You will get a description: when the lower third of the spike has faded, when the field stops smelling green and starts smelling sweet, when the bees grow quiet because the nectar has already gone.

The Drôme teaches patience. Cut too early and the oil is thin and grassy; the plant has not yet finished translating sunlight into fragrance. Cut too late and the top notes have already lifted into the air on the hottest afternoons, leaving something flatter behind.

A window of days

The right moment is a window of perhaps four or five days, and it arrives differently on every slope. A south-facing field ripens before the one across the valley. We walk them daily in the final week, rubbing a few spikes between finger and thumb, and trust the nose over the notebook.

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