But there’s something else that runs through the full wear of this fragrance. There’s a clean edge balancing the top notes, and something cold in its heart notes. A cutting fresh note persists through the drydown, lingering at the edges as you luxuriate in its warm naturals. It’s almost pleasant, as it serves to keep the fragrance from descending into drooling mad indulgence. But there’s something unsettling about it. Is it…metal?

You jumped at the chance to seize the power and pleasure of the throne, with no regard for the immense weight the king bears every moment of every day.

And so, to ensure you fully experience the life of a king, above your head hangs a sharp sword, suspended by a single horsehair.

Enjoy the power, the luxury, the opulence. Just don’t look up.

Notes: spices, wine, violets, incense, resin, leather, wood, steel