MYRRHE
Perfumer: Julien Rasquinet
The steep hill hiding a small, unspoiled white sand beach, swept by the sea breeze. As if placed at random, an imposing rock, wet with sea spray, shapes a mineral alcove. Still warm from yesterday’s sun, ideal for meditation. from time to time, a place to sit, eyes closed, facing the endless waves. Mystical stillness and serenity.
The spicy spark of sun-bathed cinnamon and desert myrrh suddenly warm the natural, raw mineral aromas embodied in the clarity of incense, cedar and ambroxan, subtly sophisticated. A mineral woody fragrance. an organic meeting of opposites. surprising yet so obvious.
Perfumer: Julien Rasquinet
The steep hill hiding a small, unspoiled white sand beach, swept by the sea breeze. As if placed at random, an imposing rock, wet with sea spray, shapes a mineral alcove. Still warm from yesterday’s sun, ideal for meditation. from time to time, a place to sit, eyes closed, facing the endless waves. Mystical stillness and serenity.
The spicy spark of sun-bathed cinnamon and desert myrrh suddenly warm the natural, raw mineral aromas embodied in the clarity of incense, cedar and ambroxan, subtly sophisticated. A mineral woody fragrance. an organic meeting of opposites. surprising yet so obvious.