An ivory tower wreathed in shreds of clouds, dewy mists of fragile Pear, inviting Almond Milk and beads of Frankincense draw the outlines of a dreamful haven.
A princess whispers you in and leads the way to a lush garden where Osmanthus blossoms diffuse their heady apricot scent. A fountain gleams in the centre, its marble edge covered in scarlet roses whose voluptuous scent meets that of leathery Saffron threads laid on the floor.
Through Jasmine screens, sultry and spent, the woman walks and there comes with her a scent of dark Vanilla and skinlike Sandalwood, of ambery Labdanum and purring hints of regal Ambergris: who are you, she asks, and you feel seen.
A spellbinding and novel interpretation of the Amouage triad of Rose, Frankincense and Ambergris, Guidance reads like a poem, smells like an embrace, and feels like a word of wisdom.
A dream of faraway. Sundrenched horizons, empty lands, the mineral tang of Sichuan Pepper, the pulsing radiance of Ginger and a whiff of sea spray that altogether smell like the promise of breaking free from the world.
On a desert island, wrought of golden Myrrh and Frankincense, a silhouette lies beneath the sun, beneath the sky. A waft of suntan skin catches you unaware, a whiff of Fenugreek, like maple sweet, more gourmand than summer.
It beckons you closer. The warmth sunsets, the saltiness of Myrrh and Frankincense absolutes appears at last under maroon strikes of Benzoin and Labdanum.
A song of salty incense, of mineral warmth and summer meditations, Lineage is the scent of travelling far from home to get closer to yourself.
A brisk Bergamot washes over you like a draft of glacial air. You feel the cold grip of Pink Pepper, the slight tingle of Pimento Berry in your fingers and a Frankincense encapsulating your past and your future.
A deep breath fills your lungs with the fierce and smoky scent of Sand Vetiver and of an animalic Rose whose weathered tobacco accents tame the tension between an earthy Papyrus and a silken touch of Sandalwood.
Yet this is roads’ end, where the sun is always high, and rays of aldehydic Mystikal suddenly spear through Saffron and Suede, your leathery cloak of doubts, to kindle a mist of Akigalawood, shimmering like a swarm of fireflies.
A vertical totem of mineral woods and stellar sparks of spice, Purpose is a shamanic awakening, the scent of feeling at peace, of finding your roots, of feeling complete.
It is at first a flash of Lemon, insanely vibrant and bright, striking like lightning in the middle of the night. Fluttering notes of Lime, lively and shrill, soon come forth, welded into the metallic zing of Mandarin, its leathery zest and bittersweetness.
Shackled in a cage of dark woods, the Citrus fight with a newfound strength, their light shining brighter as delicate notes of Elemi and a heavenly touch of Hojari Frankincense burst open.
Even as the smoke rises and crashes in waves of burnt Cade, spicy Guaiacwood and incandescent Vetiver, the Citrus bouquet carries its brilliance proud, undefeated, and undimmed.
A tale of trying and reaching, of life overcoming shade, Search captures the virile energy of resilient minds unafraid to fight their inner darkness to become their ideal self.