Nº 8 Myrrh Blood-Drop
Fragrance notes
Character
The bronze door swings shut and the heavy air of the temple settles around you. Tangerine opens bright against the cool stone, its juice catching the dim light before saffron threads through with a dry, expensive heat. You can feel the scent clinging to the fabric of your linen shirt, a warm halo that stays close to the body rather than drifting across the open hall.
Incense begins to rise as the cedar panels creak in the stillness. The smoke does not rush outward but pools near your skin, mingling with the resinous depth of oud that feels anchored to the floor. Patchouli adds an earthy weight that pulls the entire composition downward, ensuring the aroma remains with you as the afternoon stretches on without fading into nothing.
You stand perfectly still among the amber shadows, surrounded by the balsamic glow of a room that smells of ancient wood and crushed fruit, a single drop of dark resin resting on the cold stone at your feet.
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