In the early hours of dusk, the green and honeyed fragrance of the sacred Chrysanthemum sings, alone, wilting its petals in the opalescent shimmer of a bed of Irises.

In the opaque midnight blue, screams the scarlet light of a pyre where Vetiver and Elemi are set ablaze, their smoke running through the silent alleys of a field of prickly Roses.

Mineral wood, tanned Leather and animalic Labdanum – the pastel dawn arises and the dew enshrouds the last glowing embers of the brazier, leaving the hallowed and ambery fragrance of cold Ashes floating in the crisp morning air.

The meeting of dream and ecstasy, Myths Man is a hypnotic mirage of leather and wood, bringing alive lucid dreams whence myths come forth.