Vert Fougère

I must admit, Floris Vert Fougère caught me off guard—in the most delightful way. It’s like stepping into a crisp English garden with your best linen shirt and no regrets. Fresh and green, but not in that “just mowed the lawn” way—more like “I own the estate.” While it’s perfectly wearable all year, I find myself genuinely excited for summer just to give it its full moment in the sun. It’s dignified without being stuffy, like a well-read man who also knows how to mix a wicked martini. There’s a playfulness behind its structure, like a gentleman who doesn’t mind dancing barefoot at a garden party. It wears brilliantly in the office too—sophisticated, but never overbearing. It says, “I’m here, I’ve got ideas, and no, I won’t be forwarding that pointless email chain.” It’s for the modern man who enjoys both Shakespeare and sarcasm. In short, Vert Fougère makes being a grown-up feel rather fantastic.