The King

By the editors · 2 min readCinnamon and rum open with a boozy, resinous heat that feels immediately opulent, the plum adding a dark, jammy sweetness that clings to the spices. Heliotrope slips in early, powdering the spices and softening the rose so the heart never turns overtly floral; instead it reads as a suede-textured amber glow shot through with saffron’s hay-like dryness. Oakmoss, labdanum and a hefty dose of castoreum push the base toward a leathery, almost tarry tobacco accord, while vanilla smooths the seams rather than sweetening. On skin the transition is steady: the opening liqueur effect collapses into a smoky, musky leather that smells like aged rum spilled on an old saddle. Projection hangs at arm’s length for eight hours, trailing a spiced, slightly animalic fog that feels most at home under a heavy coat on cold evenings.