Perfumer: Marc-Antoine Corticchiato

A masterpiece that rejects easy beauty in favour of raw, unflinching realism.

Suitable for: All-year round, masculine. Techno party.

Notes: Tobacco, Narcissus, Honey, Immortelle, Musk, Grass, Leather

No rose-filtered lens, no gilded frame,
Just the unflinching truth, a whisper and a flame.
The line that cuts where kindness has no part,
The weary bone beneath the weary heart

A mirror held to skin not smooth but worn,
The quiet ache of a new day born.
No painted smile to lie upon the face,
Just the silent courage of the empty space.

For truth has its own grace, a brutal, honest light,
That burns away the beautiful and trite.
And in that raw, unvarnished, humble thing,
A deeper, wilder kind of beauty sings.