Glacial winds of Pink Pepper gush through tinkling bells of Lemon and dufty Geranium as the clear and crisp aroma of rain-soaked Earth fills up the atmosphere.

Infinite skies and raggedy peaks light up at the first rays of dawn and the invigorating smell of mossy stone suddenly shifts to a reassuring heart, brimming with raw animalics, evoking a Bhutanese yurt: its dry Sandalwood beams, and the oddly comforting scent of leather hides tied with Vetiver strings.

Musk and Civet and the holiest particles of Labdanum, hiding secrets of the Earth, collide in the Himalayan night, under the deep-blue sky of night, around the smokiness of a Guaiacwood fire.

Suspended in the hallowed kingdom between Heaven and Earth, Figment for Man, is a mysterious talisman, awakening one’s imagination to the possibility of the unknown.