Cool and full of shadows, this reminds us of the family palazzo we wish we had grown up in. Ancient walls covered in lichen and silver-toned ivy. The statue garden where the moonlight played tricks and you could swear the marble gods and goddesses were sneaking up on you. The long corridors draped in ancient tapestries where we ran as children. Well, where we would have run, had we actually grown up in a palazzo. When we close our eyes and sniff this, we almost believe that we did. We breathe in the scent of old stone walls and wooden floors burnished for centuries. We hear distant cathedral bells and the hushed whispers of secrets told in other rooms. A resinous blend of elemi, galbanum and mastic is mellowed with the warmth of sandalwood, leather and musk. Grace notes of green ivy and white pepper add a touch of crispness. Clean, but moody, this is the air just before a thunderstorm.