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Parfum Extrait
Olibanum Resinoid, Mysore Sandalwood, Blue Cypress Absolute, Star Anise, Clove Bud, Allspice, Cumin, Hinoki CO₂, Golden Ambergris, Vietnamese Agarwood, Ambrette Seed, Rum Absolute, Patchouli, Pink Peppercorn.In the stillness before the bell, two men face one another beneath a hanging light. The air is thick with incense and sweat, worn wood and human will. One stands lean and burning, a flame that refuses to waver. The other circles like a wounded animal, pride tangled with desperation. When the bell tolls, the ring becomes a temple. Flesh, spirit, and destiny draw together.
Joe V. Wolf captures this charged moment where the sacred and the brutal meet, where violence becomes a way of knowing and the body carries something larger than itself. The fragrance opens with olibanum resinoid and the blue smoke of cypress, sharpened by star anise, clove bud, allspice, and pink peppercorn. It recalls the hush before the first strike, incense rising as breath deepens.
The heart is resinous, woody, and hot. Mysore sandalwood brings weight and stillness, meeting the dry temple smoke of hinoki CO₂ and the dark pull of Vietnamese agarwood. Cumin runs through it, warm and animalic, echoing movement and strain, bodies working under light and shadow. This is the fight itself, grace pressed against ferocity.
As the final bell fades, the base takes shape. Ambergris glows with salt and warmth, lifting the smoke. Ambrette seed adds a musky, skin-like softness. Rum absolute lingers like shared breath after impact. Patchouli grounds the composition in damp earth, the ring floor after the crowd has gone. What remains is a quiet charged with exhaustion and presence.
Joe V. Wolf stands as a hymn to struggle as communion, sweat offered as incense, pain shaped into prayer.
Parfum Extrait
Olibanum Resinoid, Mysore Sandalwood, Blue Cypress Absolute, Star Anise, Clove Bud, Allspice, Cumin, Hinoki CO₂, Golden Ambergris, Vietnamese Agarwood, Ambrette Seed, Rum Absolute, Patchouli, Pink Peppercorn.In the stillness before the bell, two men face one another beneath a hanging light. The air is thick with incense and sweat, worn wood and human will. One stands lean and burning, a flame that refuses to waver. The other circles like a wounded animal, pride tangled with desperation. When the bell tolls, the ring becomes a temple. Flesh, spirit, and destiny draw together.
Joe V. Wolf captures this charged moment where the sacred and the brutal meet, where violence becomes a way of knowing and the body carries something larger than itself. The fragrance opens with olibanum resinoid and the blue smoke of cypress, sharpened by star anise, clove bud, allspice, and pink peppercorn. It recalls the hush before the first strike, incense rising as breath deepens.
The heart is resinous, woody, and hot. Mysore sandalwood brings weight and stillness, meeting the dry temple smoke of hinoki CO₂ and the dark pull of Vietnamese agarwood. Cumin runs through it, warm and animalic, echoing movement and strain, bodies working under light and shadow. This is the fight itself, grace pressed against ferocity.
As the final bell fades, the base takes shape. Ambergris glows with salt and warmth, lifting the smoke. Ambrette seed adds a musky, skin-like softness. Rum absolute lingers like shared breath after impact. Patchouli grounds the composition in damp earth, the ring floor after the crowd has gone. What remains is a quiet charged with exhaustion and presence.
Joe V. Wolf stands as a hymn to struggle as communion, sweat offered as incense, pain shaped into prayer.