S. Excès Homme

By the editors · 2 min readBlack pepper and cinnamon crackle open, a dry, hot spark that immediately stains the skin with the matte grey of weathered leather. Guaiac wood arrives next, its cold smoke curling around the spice, while myrrh and patchouli darken the heart into a resinous, almost tarry hum that muffles the early brightness. Amber never sweetens the mix; instead it acts like heated stone, radiating warmth that keeps the leather supple and prevents the myrrh from turning bitter. Violet stays tucked inside the wood, a bruised-purple nuance that blurs edges rather than adding flowers. In the late dry-down the musk emerges clean and close, a skin-scented salt that quietly replaces the opening snap. Projection stays within arm’s length for six hours, settling into a smoky leather shirt-collar aura ideal for cool autumn nights or a crowded evening bar.