Deja Vu

Deja Vu arrives sharp and green—galbanum's piercing herbalism lit by the crisp snap of aldehydes, bright as struck flint. The heart deepens into warm spice; cloves bloom with a peppery bite while patchouli adds earthy density underneath. As the composition settles, leather and moss emerge to anchor everything, the greenness now woody and moss-soft, the spice receding into a cool, slightly animalic leather that clings close to skin, fading to a whisper of damp earth and shadow.