An ode to a rose garden at dusk.
“Rose garden” takes shape in that hour when the garden is no longer merely seen, but perceived: when the air grows warm with moisture and the roses, now fully open, release a presence almost tactile. It is a presence that builds itself, composed of layers that emerge slowly, like warmth held within the air at dusk.
At first it is only an echo — of petal, soft and luminous — then the rose unfolds, full and rounded, infused with a deep sweetness, almost carnal.
It does not follow a linear path, but expands and gathers with natural ease. It lingers in space, leaving behind a composed trail — a quiet display, a living memory, like a rose garden after one has passed through, when nothing moves and yet everything continues to perfume the air.
HEAD NOTES
Bergamot
HEART NOTES
May rose
BASE NOTES
Ambergris, benzoin, cloves