Bambou is the green of cut grass and young bamboo – fresh, mid-toned, alive – and it is one of the few greens that reads as a neutral in summer and a promise in winter. It sits lighter than Cypres, deeper than Fizz, and flatters linen like it was made for it.
Eighteen centimetres across and high with a thirteen centimetre depth, in pebbled Taurillon Clemence with the hardware set in silver – and that cool metal keeps the green garden-like, while the pebbles stop it ever looking lacquered.
My market run: phone, keys and cards go in first, with a handful of plums riding on top – the bag holds fruit better than it holds paperwork, and the unlined interior takes a rinse-down cloth without complaint. Handles over the wrist, both hands free for flowers.
If you need a flaw: Bambou is a colour that loves heat and hates sleet, so in deep winter it can feel like it is waiting for spring. Keep it for the warm nine months and it will never once look out of place.
The longer I carry it, the more I think this colour is wasted on summer alone – pair it with a grey coat in October and it earns strange, green compliments all day. Fine, summer can keep it; winter can borrow it. And if you feared keeping green clean, relax: this one wipes down and holds its tone all year, making it the most easy-going bright I have owned.













































