Mortal Skin
Mortal Skin opens with a shock of resinous incense and sticky labdanum, softened unexpectedly by tart blackberry that reads more like fruit crushed underfoot than confection.
The scent fingerprint
Weighted by intensity across 10 accords.
Every perfume in Sillage is represented as a distribution across canonical accord slugs — a lingua franca for scent. Two fragrances with overlapping fingerprints are scent-twins, even if they share no literal note.
- Incense85
- Labdanum80
- Sandalwood75
- Cedar70
- Amber65
By the editors · 2 min readMortal Skin opens with a shock of resinous incense and sticky labdanum, softened unexpectedly by tart blackberry that reads more like fruit crushed underfoot than confection. The darkness is immediate but not heavy—there's a translucence to it, like smoke backlit by late afternoon sun. Within minutes, myrrh and opoponax deepen the resinous core while cardamom adds a dry, almost medicinal spice that keeps the composition from turning churchy.
As it settles, iris lends a papery softness, and the woods begin their slow reveal: sandalwood rubbed with birch tar, cedarwood that smells faintly of pencil shavings. The ambergris provides a subtle salinity, while styrax adds balsamic warmth without veering sweet. What emerges is skin-close but intense—a fragrance that evokes ancient ritual spaces and modern asceticism in equal measure, worn thin with use but never weak. It suits those drawn to incense fragrances who want something less devotional, more quietly carnal.
