The Myth

The Myth opens with Bulgarian rose—petals releasing their honeyed warmth before air touches skin—then softens into a creamy white musk that settles like powder on the chest. The heart lingers there, intimate and almost weightless, before woodsy notes emerge beneath: dry cedar and subtle amber rising gradually, grounding the sweetness with cool, resinous shadow. By the drydown, only warm wood and a whisper of musk remain, earthy and close to the body.