An ideal pastoral marriage, a la Watteau’s fresh cheeked Spring. Splendid aromatics interweave with wisps of incense and earthy patchouli. The result is a magnetic, charming fragrance, as irresistible as a youthful burst of unadulterated heart. Grapefruit’s singing spice tickles rose into giggling submission, until floral and citrus pool into a melting pure pleasure. Similarly, bergamot enlivens geranium until the bloom bares its intensely spicy heart, revealing the requisite passion that underlies Virtu’s purpose. Incense melts delicately into a vigorous blend of spice; cool cardamom, bittersweet juniper berries, mountain-air-fresh cedar and softly burning black pepper mound into a small, complex fire that blazes a slow trail to Virtu’s soft, sensual base. Dulcet patchouli is enshrined in crystalline, saline amber; cypriol and oud are light and dark, a burning yellow sunlight shot through with a shadowy funk: heliotropine sweetens searing sandalwood. Virtu is a piquant, meltingly soft sweetness that subtly conveys the power of pure conviction.