Moonhome

Reminds me of a bitter Italian aperitif - grassy and raw, mellowing slightly over time to more leather, citrus pith, dry flowers.

A garden both carefully planted and allowed to overgrow itself. Hot foliage, thorns, young flowers, crushed seeds underfoot. A masterpiece.

Beeswax and honey, but in a strikingly realistic way - not romanticizing honey but just cracking open the hive and sticking your nose in.

Not overly sweet, it captures the scent of soft rain in a forest of mostly evergreen. I am reminded of Le Labo's Baie 19, but a warmer rain.

Walking through a pine forest after a light rain, sipping a gin cocktail that is just sweet enough. Both familiar and mysterious.