Haunted

The galbanum hits first, sharp and green-edged, immediately joined by bright bergamot and a peppery clary sage that feels almost medicinal. Within seconds, neroli and lemon introduce an unexpected luminosity, suggesting a fresh cologne rather than what's lurking beneath—this is the fragrance catching you off-guard, momentarily civilised.

As the citrus fades, the true architecture emerges: creamy sandalwood and dark patchouli rise like smoke, anchored by geranium's slightly dusty florality and iris's powdery restraint. The leather begins its insistent presence here, still restrained but unmistakable, whilst vetiver adds a dry, rooted earthiness that prevents this from becoming merely sweet or cloying.

The base becomes increasingly dominant—leather solidifies into something heavy and unmistakably animalic, whilst tonka bean and vanilla offer a strange sweetness that's somehow sour rather than comforting. The moss deepens everything into an earthy green, and that final sewage note lingers like a question mark, rendering the fragrance deliberately, deliberately unsettling. What remains is stubborn, almost confrontational.