A warm kiss on the way out the door, idle talk after dinner, nights spent breathing in rhythm, and still being side by side on waking. The story follows the closeness built up from ordinary days together.
The opening pairs saffron's dry, gently bitter spice with the thick, resinous sweetness of labdanum. At the heart sits birch tar, its smoke adding the deep shading of a fire that has burned low.
The base joins benzoin's mellow sweetness with the deep, heavy wood of oud. Resin and balsam wrap around the bitterness of the smoke, so what comes forward is less sharpness than warmth, like the body heat of someone close beside you.
