Frankincense

That, my friends, is the result of two years and one month in the life of a forgotten tincture.

Boswellia carteri, pea-sized tears of African origin, soaked and sealed in organic grape alcohol, and abandoned to the dark depths of the Cupboard of Scented Oddities.

Not everything a natural perfumer does has to do with marketing and thrusting oneself upon the unsuspecting scent savvy masses. We often close ourselves up in our laboratories and try to pry, poke, prod, soak, stew or hammer fragrant gold from scented lead.