Ennui Noir emulates a powerful moment of reflection. There is a dim density to this scent that hypnotizes, holding the wearer captive to a fundamental, thrilling stillness. Ennui Noir asks us to surrender to a (proverbial) horizontal position in life, watching life race by overhead, nebulous clouds of scent streaking a periwinkle, floral sky. As if we have just awakened amidst the heavens, vaporous colors surround us. Deep waves of purple (sweet lavender) snake towards us, yet this concentrated note is utterly weightless. The dust of lavender dissipates, turned into a crisp, matte dew (thanks to myrtle’s solidifying presence). Cedar’s dulcet smoke heats heliotrope, like a flame beneath a nugget of resin; heliotrope unleashes a deadly thick whorl of sweetness which ensconces our senses like a powerful sleeping draught. Vanilla imitates the slow drip of sap, flowing into the spicy contours of vetiver and complex Sumatran patchouli. Vanilla, vetiver and patchouli evaporate the early mist of Ennui Noir and guide us towards an expansive, cloudless horizon. This journey from foggy to clear skies evokes the continuous change inherent to every day. Ennui Noir, with its lateral language, is a profound, sensual manifestation of reality, read between the lines.