‘All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood’
Rainer Maria Rilke
A perfumed celebration of saints and superstitions, centred around a fierce fenugreek absolute note lavished with singed pyrazines, sacrificial myrrh and mournful molten honey poured over everything like amber rain. Meadow blooms, sticky dark resins, pungent balms and ashen clouds of iris swirl like dramatic weather.
(!) Collectable alert: we will have a few bottles of Osang in 2017 Christmas edition design with the papal mitre shaped cap and piece of coral fished off the shores of Napoli inside the bottle (pictured below).
Please leave a note at the check-out confirming which design you prefer.