Une Nuit Nomade
A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
The vermouth hits immediately—bitter botanicals and artemisia sharpness, like crushing wormwood between your fingers—whilst frankincense rises in thin, acrid tendrils of smoke. There's something unsettling about this pairing, medicinal and apothecary-like, the scent of tinctures in amber bottles and dried herbs hanging in bundles.
Myrrh thickens the composition into something richer and more balm-like, its sticky sweetness tempered by gaiac wood's austere, almost metallic sharpness. The iris appears as grey skin and dusty fibres, its coolness cutting through the resinous warmth whilst the spicy facets grow more pronounced, peppery and slightly numbing on the skin.
Sandalwood and musk provide a soft, creamy landing, though vestiges of myrrh's honeyed darkness still cling to the base. The frankincense has faded to a whisper, leaving behind a woody skin scent that's comforting but subdued, like the memory of smoke in fabric rather than the fire itself.
Bohemian Soul opens with an audacious gambit: vermouth's herbal bitterness colliding with frankincense's silvery smoke, creating an aperitivo moment that's part Milanese cocktail bar, part incense-wreathed ceremony. This isn't your typical resinous composition—Annick Ménardo has crafted something genuinely peculiar here, where the boozy, wormwood-tinged vermouth accord lends an almost medicinal edge to the sacred resins. As the frankincense settles, myrrh emerges darker and more animalic than usual, its honeyed rasp amplified by the dry, pencil-shaving quality of gaiac wood. The iris here isn't powdery or rooty; it's the papery, grey skin of the rhizome, adding a mineral coolness that prevents the composition from tipping into church or head shop territory. The sandalwood and musk base feels almost like an afterthought—pleasant enough, but overshadowed by the more compelling interplay between aromatic vermouth, smouldering resins, and that austere iris-gaiac pairing. This is for the person who finds traditional incense fragrances too earnest, who wants their spirituality cut with something bitter and strange. Wear it to a gallery opening in an old warehouse, to a late-night conversation over negronis, anywhere you want to smell contemplative but not conventionally pretty. It's intellectual without being precious, woody without being safe.
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