A dream of faraway. Sundrenched horizons, empty lands, the mineral tang of Sichuan Pepper, the pulsing radiance of Ginger and a whiff of sea spray that altogether smell like the promise of breaking free from the world.

 

On a desert island, wrought of golden Myrrh and Frankincense, a silhouette lies beneath the sun, beneath the sky. A waft of suntan skin catches you unaware, a whiff of Fenugreek, like maple sweet, more gourmand than summer

 

It beckons you closer. The warmth sunsets, the saltiness of Myrrh and Frankincense absolutes appears at last under maroon strikes of Benzoin and Labdanum

 

A song of salty incense, of mineral warmth and summer meditations, Lineage is the scent of travelling far from home to get closer to yourself