The man who wears Only The Brave Wild is both as at home in the city as he is in the jungle. From all the pores of his skin, he knows how vegetation breathes, saturated with humidity and heavy scents, or shadowy mists. He can run like the wind, sniff out thunder and lightning and feel like a total child of nature. An intrepid tamer of time, he fills streets and roads with his power that was born in faraway forests. Little by little he rebalances with nature and plant life, concrete and wood, the craziness of the city and the sense of wildlife. He puts harmony back into place. His fragrance has its roots in the heart of nature – wild and raw. The more he asserts himself, he adapts as he goes along his way.