BLACK SHEEP
No flowers, no fruit: resin, fir needles and smoke raise a single tree.
Perfumer: Yann Vasnier
No flowers, no fruit. Black Sheep steps away from perfume's familiar territory and plants something closer to a single tree: an outsider that takes root on its own ground and, in time, starts a forest.
It opens with lentisk and labdanum, the green, resinous sweetness of one leaning into the sticky, darker depth of the other. At the heart, incense smoke is threaded with balsam fir needles and the cool edge of eucalyptus, sketching the air of a forest far from city dust and smoke.
Cedar and ambergris form the base: dry heartwood softened by a faint saline roundness, settling into a hush like ink that has finished drying on paper.
