Join Wagoner’s and Felis Umbra as we celebrate 250 years of American Independence. We have created complimentary scents to be worn by patriots who celebrate and honor those who sacrificed so much to create the experiment which are these United States.
Sold as a combination set to the first 20 buyers, you will receive a 1 oz Wagoner’s Hide Tonic, 2 oz. Wagoner’s Berde Salve, and a 10 ml Felis Umbra 42% Extrait de Parfum (Like Lafayette at Yorktown, a small presence makes a massive impact.)
The Legend of Liberty Lead
The air in the colonies was thick—not just with the humidity of the Atlantic, but with the electric charge of revolution. In the dim, lantern-lit corners of a clandestine foundry, the "Liberty Lead" was forged. It wasn't just ammunition; it was the scent of a new world being carved out of the old.
The Wagoner’s Workshop Liberty Lead collection captures that precise moment of stillness before the storm. It’s the scent of a woodsman who has traded his plow for a flintlock—a blend of bracing citrus, cold sea air, and the sharp, metallic bite of black powder. This isn't just grooming; it's a tribute to the grit and resolve of those who stood their ground.
The Marquis de Lafayette: A Voyage of Liberty
The year is 1777. A young, idealistic Frenchman stands at the railing of the Victoire, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the New World promises a revolution. He is not just a nobleman; he is a bridge between two worlds, fueled by a passion for liberty that burns brighter than any courtly candle.
As the ship cuts through the churning Atlantic, the air is thick with the Ocean Air—heavy, humid, and charged with the spray of Sea Salt. This is the scent of the crossing: the sharp, cold bracing of the waves against the hull and the mineral tang of the deep.
In his cabin, a small sprig of Basil and a crushed Geranium leaf from his home gardens in Auvergne cling to his coat, a fleeting memory of the French countryside. But as he steps onto the deck, these soft greens are swept away by the sudden, bright zest of Grapefruit, like the first light of a colonial dawn breaking over the mast. It is a scent of optimism and the sharp bite of destiny.
The ship carries more than just men; it carries the scent of the journey itself. The weathered Driftwood of the deck, soaked in brine and sun, mingles with the earthy, grounded depth of Patchouli—the smell of the crates, the rugged gear of a soldier, and the very soil of a continent he has yet to touch but is already prepared to die for.
Underneath it all, a subtle, elegant note of Rose lingers—a reminder of the refinement he left behind, now entwined with the wild, briny scent of Seaweed clinging to the anchor.
The Marquis de Lafayette is not just a fragrance; it is the olfactory chronicle of that first voyage. It is the scent of a man caught between the elegance of Versailles and the grit of the American wilderness—a scent forged in salt, tempered by wood, and blooming with the defiant spirit of Liberty Lead.
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Scent Profile:
Top: Blueberries, Bergamot
Heart: Lavender, Geranium, Rosemary
Base: Tonka Bean, Oakmoss, Vanilla
They once called him The Minted Gent — the sharply dressed regular who never missed his weekly shave. Every Thursday evening, just before dusk settled over the town, he would take the last chair in the little barbershop at the edge of the square. And waiting for him, razor already warm and sleeves rolled high, was the woman no one could quite forget.
She was beauty wrapped in danger — the kind of barber who leaned in too close while trimming a collar line, whose perfume lingered long after a man left her chair. The shop always carried the scent of vanilla mint tonics, polished wood, and warm steam, but around her there was something deeper… something impossible to resist.
Then one winter, both the barber and her favorite customer vanished without explanation.
The shop sat abandoned for years until passersby began whispering about a pale blue lantern glowing from inside. Those brave enough to follow it found inside her “Shak” — old mirrors cracked with age, rusted tools hanging neatly on the walls, and her, still standing behind a barber chair occupied by that same gentleman who had disappeared all those years ago.
It became known as Blue Buried Barbershop.
The air inside is rich with the scent of ripe blueberries and sparkling bergamot drifting through the cold night air. Lavender, geranium, and rosemary rise from old apothecary bottles lining the shelves while the soft warmth of tonka bean, oakmoss, and vanilla settles into the room like a memory that refuses to fade. She still cuts his hair beneath dim lantern light, calm and patient, as though time itself stopped the moment the doors first closed.
Some say she trapped him there.
Others believe he never would have wanted to leave.
Blue Buried Barbershop by Wagoner’s Workshop is a hauntingly smooth fougère inspired by forgotten barbershops, ghost stories, and the kind of romance that lingers beyond the grave. Sweet blueberries and bergamot open into aromatic lavender and rosemary before settling into warm vanilla, moss, and tonka bean for a scent that is clean, nostalgic, and beautifully unsettling.
Classic barbershop…until it isn’t. The Barber’s Peach starts with bright citrus, lavender, and mint, layered with a bite of that juicy peach before settling into a grounded fougère base of oakmoss, woods, and resins. Familiar, refined… and just unexpected enough to keep things interesting.
The Barber’s Peach
A Wagoner’s Workshop Scent Tale
There are barbershops…
and then there are places men don’t talk about openly.
Tucked between a tavern and a shuttered apothecary, her shop glows late into the evening—warm light spilling into the street, carrying with it a scent that stops passersby mid-step.
Fresh. Bright. Inviting.
It starts innocently enough.
As the door swings open, the air greets you with a crisp blend of ripe peach and citrus bergamot, softened by lavender and sharpened with a cool edge of peppermint and eucalyptus. Clean. Refreshing. Proper.
Respectable… on the surface.
But she isn’t.
They say she learned her craft from old-world barbers—those who understood that a cut was never just a cut. It was ritual. Intimacy. Control.
As you settle into the chair, the scent deepens.
Her hands move with confidence, slow and deliberate, as the heart of the experience unfolds—rosemary and sage, green and aromatic, grounded by the subtle floral pull of geranium. It’s calming… disarming… just enough to make you forget where the line is.
And she knows it.
Every motion lingers a second too long. Every pass of the blade feels closer than necessary. Conversation drifts somewhere between charm and provocation. By the time you realize what’s happening, you’re already leaning into it.
That’s when the base takes hold.
Oakmoss and patchouli settle in like the worn leather of the chair beneath you, deepened by the smooth warmth of sandalwood and the quiet sweetness of tonka bean. It’s rich. Addictive. Impossible to shake.
Long after you’ve left the shop…
long after the door closes behind you…
…it stays with you.
Not just the scent—
the feeling.
A little too close.
A little too personal.
Exactly what you’ll come back for.
The Barber’s Peach
Not your average cut.
SENTRY’S SHARE
A Wagoner’s Workshop Tale
At the edge of a narrow mountain pass, where the king’s road bends into shadow and the wind carries secrets through the pines, there stands a gate few forget—and fewer question.
The sentry who keeps it is a man of quiet habits. He does not ask for coin. He does not keep ledgers. Yet every wagon that passes leaves something behind.
As dusk settles and the sky burns low, the first offering reveals itself.
A satchel opens to unveil fresh green apples, their skins dusted with spice from the long road—cinnamon and clove clinging faintly to their crisp, bright scent. The air sharpens instantly, lively and inviting, cutting through the chill of the pass. The sentry breathes it in, eyes narrowing with approval.
Top Notes: Spiced Green Apple
Then comes the true persuasion.
A flask is drawn—dark glass, heavy in hand. The cork loosens with a soft sigh, releasing the deep, smooth aroma of bourbon, rich with warmth. Beneath it lingers the comforting sweetness of brown sugar, melted into the spirit like a memory of firelight and long-forgotten hearths. The sentry’s grip softens. This is a language he understands.
Heart Notes: Bourbon, Brown Sugar
But the final tribute… that is what earns passage.
From the depths of the wagon, wrapped with care, comes the scent of tobacco—earthy, worn, and honest. It mingles with the dry strength of cedarwood, sharp and steady as the beams of an old workshop. And beneath it all, just barely whispered, is the smooth, lingering sweetness of vanilla, softening the edges like smoke curling into night.
The sentry closes his eyes for a moment, letting it settle.
This is the share he keeps.
Base Notes: Tobacco, Cedarwood, Vanilla
The gate creaks open.
No tally is marked. No debt recorded. Only the lingering trace of what was given—and what was taken.
And as each traveler passes through the threshold, they carry it with them:
The crisp spark of spiced apple on the wind…
The deep warmth of bourbon kissed with sugar…
And the enduring trail of tobacco, wood, and softened sweetness fading into the dark.
Scent Profile Summary (as told in the toll):
Top: Spiced Green Apple
Heart: Bourbon, Brown Sugar
Base: Tobacco, Cedarwood, Vanilla
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High Octane Fuel, Leather. Steel. Smoke. Miles.
Steel-Toe is a bold, masculine fragrance built for open roads, high-octane fuels, hot engines, worn leather, and the grit of a long ride. Created for the spirit of the motorcycle rally, this scent captures the feeling of dropping the kickstand after a hard ride and stepping into the after-party with confidence.
It opens with a flash of bergamot, black pepper, juniper, and high-octane edge, then settles into a rugged heart of leather, tobacco, cedarwood, dark rum, and cypress. The drydown is smoky, warm, and long-lasting with vetiver, oakmoss, birch tar, benzoin, white musk, and ambered woods.
Made for the man who earns his miles, wears his boots broken-in, and leaves a little road dust behind.
Scent Profile
Top Notes:
Bergamot • Black Pepper • Juniper Berry • High Octane Accord
Heart Notes:
Leather • Tobacco • Cedarwood • Dark Rum • Cypress
Base Notes:
Vetiver • Oakmoss • Birch Tar • Benzoin • White Musk • Warm Amber
Bold. Feminine. Unapologetic.
Velvet Corset is a sultry feminine fragrance built for confidence, curves, chrome, and after-dark energy. Created as the companion scent to Steel-Toe, this blend wraps soft seduction around a high-octane heart.
It opens with black cherry racing fuel, bitter orange, and pink pepper, then settles into a smooth heart of leather chaps, tobacco blossom, honey, jasmine, lavender, and vanilla orchid. The finish is warm, sensual, and long-lasting with white musk, sandalwood, cedarwood, patchouli, benzoin, and ambered woods.
Made for the woman who owns the room, rides her own road, and leaves a lasting impression.
Scent Profile
Top Notes:
Black Cherry Racing Fuel • Bitter Orange • Pink Pepper
Heart Notes:
Soft Suede • Tobacco Blossom • Jasmine • Rose • Honey • Vanilla Orchid
Base Notes:
White Musk • Sandalwood • Cedarwood • Patchouli • Benzoin • Warm Amber