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The Story
Ancient words made the world stop and listen.
A Chinese poem written over a thousand years ago conjured a hermit's dwelling hidden at the end of a winding path — moss creeping silently up stone steps, grass pressing its color through hanging curtains, wind threading through old trees, morning rain arriving without announcement. That is the world this eau de toilette inhabits. It opens with the sharp, dark sweetness of black currant and the pale citrus bite of citron, cool and unhurried. Then comes a green heart both lush and austere: ivy climbing old walls, the dry, faintly bitter rustle of papyrus — like the smell of yellowed pages in a book left unopened for decades — and the pale, watery breath of narcissus and immortelle. What remains is the ground itself: damp fern, angelica root, the resinous haze of lentisque and ancient cypress, and beneath it all, moss — deep, mineral, alive. Scholarly and still.
Notes: Black Currant, Citron, Ivy, Papyrus, Immortelle, Narcissus, Fern Leaves, Angelica Root, Lentisque, Moss, Cypress
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