Memoir Man

The opening is immediate and medicinal, a bitter collision of wormwood, basil, and mint that cuts through the air like a cold blade. It quickly settles into a shadowed heart, where frankincense weaves through velvet rose petals. As the initial sharpness fades, the base emerges as a complex, powdery expanse of leather, guaiac wood, and dry oakmoss. It clings to the skin with a steady, haunting persistence, moving from herbal bitterness to a soft, vanilla-tinted smoke that feels grounded, quiet, and deeply structural.