Each RAREFIED jar contains genuine, unfiltered atmosphere captured trackside at history's greatest racing circuits. Castor oil. Hot rubber. The faint cologne of a man who has just crashed someone else's car. Sealed forever. Or until you open it, which we strongly advise against.
Top notes of castor oil and Wellingtonia pine. Mid-palate of scorched Dunlop. Long, lingering finish of gentlemanly disappointment.
Aggressive Marmon exhaust on the nose, softening into warm brick and riding-mechanic anxiety. Historians dispute who actually inhaled it.
Uncompromisingly sodium-forward. Notes of methanol, sunburn, and a man saying "she'll do 200" about a car that will not do 200.
22.8 kilometres of pure fear, decanted at the exact apex. Pine forest, hot drum brakes, and the distant sound of a co-driver praying.
Our master atmospherist, Derek, stands trackside at the precise historic coordinates and opens the jar against the prevailing wind. Derek has done this for eleven years. He no longer asks why.
The jar remains open for one full lap of contemplative silence, allowing the terroir of the circuit — oil, ozone, regret — to settle into the glass at cask strength.
Each jar is closed firmly, sealed in wax, and slapped once for luck. It is then aged a further six months in our climate-controlled shed, near (but never touching) an actual Bentley.
"I can finally smell 1937. My wife says it smells like nothing. My wife is not a serious person."
"My MG TC idles smoother just being in the same garage as the jar. This is not measurable, and I will not be measuring it."
"I opened mine. I deeply regret it, and yet — for one second — I was there. Buying a second one immediately."
How dare you. It is historic air. The molecules in our Brooklands 1937 have, statistically speaking, almost certainly been near a Napier-Railton. Can your air say that? Your air has been near a dishwasher.
You will own an empty jar and a memory. Many collectors consider this the premium experience. It is also, frankly, more revenue for us, so do as your heart commands.
Every jar ships with a certificate of authenticity signed by Derek, a photograph of Derek holding the jar, and a brief, unprompted essay by Derek about the weather that day. The essays are non-negotiable.
Air travels famously well. Please note that customs officials occasionally open the jars for inspection, in which case you will receive a jar of genuine Customs Facility air, which we are legally required to describe as "different."
Yes. Derek will travel to any circuit, hill climb, or sufficiently dramatic driveway. Recent commissions include "the exact spot where my carburetor finally synced" and "outside the courtroom, the day the title cleared."