Una goccia di umanita/A drop of humanity
A miraculous sparky tuberose, an alluring apparition kissing your skin, teasing with a promise and then vanishing to leave the warmth of Tonkin musk and vanilla on your skin.
The Sniff on Miracula: "Imagine a world covered in concrete. Not a blade of grass to be seen, just hard, grey surfaces everywhere you look. When it rains, the roads turn into gunmetal-coloured rivers and even the sky is pewter and flat.
This world is what the top notes of Miracula smell like: grey, stoney, cold, sombre-toned, and unforgiving. In saying that though, it does have a particular, brutalist aesthetic in the top, a beauty to be found in the concrete dissonance.But here is the really clever part: that concrete jungle is just a foil, a backdrop to the more natural beauty to follow, because suddenly, the dystopian asphalt splits and a tiny plant emerges from the crack, unfurling its leaves as it grows and blossoms. To us at least, this is what the whole of Miracula was about; that moment nature overwhelms our built environment both actually – in terms of the notes that are presented – but also figuratively in terms of what feelings it evoked as we wore it."Read full review.