Myrrhe

A steep hill hiding a small, unspoiled white sand beach, swept by the sea breeze, as if placed at random, an imposing rock, wet with sea spray, shapes a mineral alcove. Still warm from yesterday’s sun, ideal for meditation.

The spicy spark of sun-bathed cinnamon and desert myrrh suddenly warm the natural, raw mineral aromas embodied in the clarity of incense, cedar and ambroxan, subtly sophisticated. a mineral woody fragrance, an organic meeting of opposites.