Skins heat up against one another, placing sensuality at the heart of Mortel. Frankincense, myrrh and benzoin reveal the erotic spell of pure Cistus.

A winters night. A heavy metal door opens on a huge room. A man appears in the distance; intense heat and light are pulsing from a forge. Light is reflected on the skin and gestures of this man, who is engaged in a rite: standing in front of the blaze, his eyes seek a form buried in the magma before he can recreate it in the open air. The furnace throws giant, moving shadows. In the midst of his activity, sleep finally overcomes the fiery eyes of the artist-craftsman. – Yann Vasnier – perfumer.

Why we’re addicted:Has amystical presence, deep-rooted and spicy.