The moon unfolds whispers of molten silver, until it itself is a whisper. It is then when the stars bloom; when all secrets are gone, and there only remains the purity of the distant sun. Honeysuckle of day’s past dances with nightly jasmine and toloache. I find myself in the garden, alone, except for the sweet, farinaceous scent of night.
Distilled from pure tigerwood material, from Bukit Minyak, Penang, Malaysia.
Distilled from pure tigerwood material, from Bukit Minyak, Penang, Malaysia.