Olibanum

Cypress and juniper snap open with green, resinous clarity—a forest breath caught mid-exhale. Olibanum arrives next, warm and ceremonial, its incense depth softened by iris's powdery iris root undertone. The base settles into ash, a grayscale mineral coolness that lets the frankincense linger as something ancient and grounded, never turning sweet or heavy. Olibanum holds the entire arc: opening the gateway, anchoring the heart, and trailing into something that feels less like fragrance and more like breathing inside a temple after the candles have burned down.