Santal Tislit

Sandalwood and honey, and nothing said about limits.

Bergamot is all that stands in front of it. Behind that the thing widens out. Jasmine and rose come up together, ylang gives them their exotic edge, and honey does the work that sugar would do badly.

Sandalwood goes creamy underneath and stays. Incense keeps the sweetness honest. Cinnamon, atlas cedar, davana, tonka and myrrh run below all of it, and the beeswax cuts the whole thing back from saintly.

Maison Incens is a French house built out of a book. Philippe Constantin was born in Cameroon to a French father and a Moroccan mother, grew up in Casablanca, and went to France at eighteen to study economics and international law. The plan was an international organisation and work for people in need. Meeting Jean Claude Gigodot ended that. The house is named for Constantin's father, who left behind a compilation of paintings on leather and stories told in smell.

The releases are the olfactory signature of that book. Each belongs to an opus in the story of Artganis, an unknown civilisation whose life is ruled by smell. The Artganians travel and bring back what they find, and the opuses follow them: their own endemic essences, then the Morocco they settled in, then the divinatory arts they watched, then the legendary earthly materials themselves.