Legend has it that an apple from a tree fell on Newton's head, and thus the theory of universal gravitation was born. But then imagine a different scene: Newton asleep under a rosebush. Instead of an apple, a flower falls—a huge rose, a fully fragrant rose. Would he have felt it? Would he have plunged his face into the flower's core? And what does this mean for his theory?
This scent: in Cyprus! And a very precise and clear formula, like something that falls on you suddenly and directly. And never leaves you. A trail of scent that sticks. Akigala wood, patchouli, honeyed lord.