Guidance

The first spray delivers an almost jarring juxtaposition—ripe pear's aqueous sweetness colliding with smouldering frankincense, whilst hazelnut provides an unexpected, praline-like bridge between the two. It's deliberately disorienting, sweet and solemn at once, like stumbling upon a monastery with a world-class pastry kitchen.

Osmanthus unfurls with its peachy-suede character, meeting rose and jasmine sambac in a triumvirate that's heady without turning cloying. The saffron weaves through like copper thread, adding a spiced, slightly leathery warmth that prevents the florals from reading as simply decorative, whilst the frankincense continues its resinous hum underneath.

Akigalawood's woody smokiness settles into a bed of sandalwood and vanilla that's creamy but never simplistic, with ambergris providing subtle marine minerality and cistus adding dark, ambery-leathery shadows. What remains is a skin scent that's intimate and complex, sweet but grounded, like the memory of incense clinging to cashmere worn over bare skin.