Andrea Maack’s rendering of a refuge in nature, a family cabin hidden away in the Arctic Tundra where bonfires burn under the midnight sun and tomorrow is a million miles away. A soft touch of bergamot begins Birch, like the faraway glow emitted by barely visible stars. Initially, bergamot cools spicier notes: beneath its citric force, ginger’s golden glitter is softened and slightly fruity, yielding a buzzing rather than singeing heat. A soft sensuality commences as rhizome meets citrus, but the velveteen, emotional charge of this scent arrives in the form of slippery, indefinable gaiac wood. Deliciously decadent yet almost invisible, gaiac wood alternates between the solid and ethereal, engineering a dual plane of existence for Birch: at once naturally picturesque and apocalyptic, this scent hints at a future of fire, of the unknown, beyond the horizon.
Pink pepper heightens a sense of time travel, it’s floral verve deepening the impact of Birch’s odd beauty. Cypriol’s reedy music is elegantly interspersed with the darker verdancy of patchouli, which mimics a layered, leafy smoldering sweetness most often associated with the jungle. Musk is a subtle trace throughout Birch, a barely there eau de animal that belies a human presence. Alternately ascetically green and ablaze with an orange-golden glow of spice, Birch is equally pristine and sensual. Wear this scent to practice all future perfect versions of you.
Bergamot, Ginger, Guaiacwood, Cypriol, Patchouli, Musk