Series 3 Incense: Kyoto unisex

Scent story

To me this smells like 5am in a Kyoto temple courtyard — cold stone, cypress trees dripping with last night's rain, and a monk somewhere grinding coffee beans, which should not work here but somehow does. The immortelle brings that strange curry-maple warmth, like incense smoke folding into something almost edible. Then the woods settle in: teak and cedar, old and silent as prayer beads worn smooth by a thousand hands. Patchouli and vetiver rise from the damp earth beneath, amber glowing faintly like the last lamp left burning in the shrine. It is not a fragrance. It is sitting still. Not for beginners — beginners stay away.

⚠ Not for beginners