266st Pontiff's Harley

Pontiff's Harley strikes like flint on asphalt—nutmeg and bitter orange ignite against acrid gasoline and black pepper, with gunpowder's sulphurous snap cutting through. The heart softens into leather and teak wood, marigold's papery warmth threading beneath jasmine and hyacinth's bright florals, while mastic resin adds an earthy, almost medicinal anchor. Gunpowder and incense smolder in the base, grounding the entire arc in smoke and minerality—a fragrance caught between violence and prayer, between petrol fumes and sacred ritual.