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Munlark is the indigenous name of the blue cypress of the Australian Nothern Territory used by the Rembarnga clan. The tree, its wood, its bark - are deeply rooted in the rituals and traditions of this people. The smoke of the holy tree includes me - on the other half of the world - in the moments and ceremonies.

I smell warm, resinous wood heat. Charged, filled air. It opens the gates to the spirit dimension. The green needles of the forest crack in the fire. Are the rhythm to the chants and the voice of the shaman and the whispers of the ancients.

The fragrance is simple yet very effective.

Different.

In the best way.

And very persistent once it melts into the skin.

Sienna Brume gives a certain lightness. Between a gentle coconut aroma, a beautiful maritime sea air accord and a green, between seaweed and cucumber, a certain holiday or beach vibe is created. At no time does the fragrance appear synthetic, overdosed or even constructed.

It smells of the remains of sun milk on the skin and the sea nearby.

A green-fresh aquat with a breeze of coconut.

Works perfectly as a mood booster. :)

It has been raining a lot the last few days, so I sprayed Petrichor Plains. Our house and garden are on a very clayey soil. Of course there is a lot of good topsoil above it. But whenever it rains and especially after it, you can smell this special, mineral, ionic, crystalline texture in the air. Carried by the rain and washed out. It always mixes with the smell of grass and roots.

And that is exactly what Petrichor Plains does for and with me. It gives me the feeling of being very close to this purified, ionic, but green and earthy, natural feeling. It's very soothing and unlike many other petrichor-centered fragrances, Josh bypasses the concrete-asphalt metropolitan theme and focuses entirely on the breath of the earth. That healthy, sustained exhalation after the rain has washed away all worries.

I think I understand the beautiful intention of Julia & Josh behind this olfactory memory. It's a fresh start and the smell of life.

Which repeats itself with every rain shower.

As always.
Forever.

George and his London exude a classic, somewhat angular aura from the very first second. The leaf-green of the violet, together with galbanum and oakmoss, hardly allows for a floral upper hand. Here, the flowers are only used to grind the edges and at the same time make the fragrance very authentic.

When I think of London, it is for me tradition, history, (bad weather) and above all the birthplace of gentlemen. George has hints of a chypré, without leaving the classic, austere, green mood.

He is honest, traditional and a bit rough - like his London.

PS: No, the scent does not smell like "grass" ;)

With Underworld, Christèle confronts fears and uncertainty. All the feelings that come rushing to her or that give power to the inner demons. That cast doubt and pull us into the shadows. It is precisely this journey - from the shadows to the light - that Christèle embarked on when she left Barcelona after 17 years to dedicate herself entirely to studying and living for fragrance in Paris.

The beautiful gloom of tuberose, paired with aromatic cumin and oriental spices, paints a mystical, dark, but also suspenseful picture of this journey. Earthy patch also meets mimosa, incense on vetiver.

Dark tones in unity with some light.

Beautiful in your contrariness.
As elementary as life itself.