Black Gemstone Stéphane Humbert Lucas 2013

Black Gemstone does not open like a perfume - rather like the gate to a sacred place.
The first breath feels as if one could enter the courtyard of Mecca at night: a brief flicker of lemon, like light on black stone, immediately reclaimed by deep, resinous silence.

Then the fragrance grows into a metaphor of its own inspiration:
Myrrh, incense, and dark woods rise like the smoke of prayers that could envelop the Kaaba. Nothing loud, nothing decorative - everything carried by a quiet dignity that one feels more than smells. This black is not a symbol of emptiness, but a vibrant black, warm and pulsating, as if the fragrance itself carries light within.

“Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence.”
- Helen Keller