Adorem
Olfactive translation to black. I feel like every word that I can come up with to describe Adorem falls short of how good it is. With lots of mystical details threaded and interwoven throughout its composition, Adorem's deceiving simplicity is an illuminating exploration of incense. Dense and dry, the fragrance is a depiction of a church that ends in a cacao factory (a priest called Wonka); hosting a most wonderful spiritual and nourishment acrobatics within its arena. Smoke for the soul and mind. Specks of dark chocolate and vanilla to wet your appetite. Playdough to glue it all together and woods for their support. Everything builds up and culminates into this brilliant fragrance called Adorem that calls all angels and wakes up the demons into a ceremony that dignifies modern perfume-making. It's impressive to be able to create in a way that is both spiritual and earthly without losing the integrity of either. My compliments to the chefs.
