A golden embrace of sun-soaked resins—amber melts into vanilla like honey dripping over ancient temple stones, while smoky myrrh coils around cinnamon-dusted sandalwood. Cardamom pods crack open with citrusy warmth, their spice softened by the creamy weight of tonka bean. This is the scent of silk carpets woven with saffron threads, of oud-darkened wood cabinets where musk has aged into something velvety and profound. Luxurious yet intimate, it wears like gilded twilight on skin.
