Mortal Skin

Mortal Skin opens with a sharp, almost metallic bite—blackberry and ink cutting through warm labdanum and smoky incense, like touching something ancient and forbidden. The heart softens into herbal artemisia and creeping cardamom, iris lending a dusty powder against myrrh's resinous warmth and opoponax's honeyed depth. As it settles, birch and styrax anchor the skin in a dry, woody embrace while cedar layers drift upward, sandalwood whispers beneath, and a subtle musk-touched ambergris lingers like something half-remembered, intimate and vaguely unsettling.