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Parfum Extrait
Golden Ambergris, Honey Absolute, Mysore Sandalwood, Balsam Fir, Borneo Oud, Camphor, Clove Bud, Cypriol, Elemi, Black Frankincense, Tonka Bean Absolute, Pink Grapefruit, Jasmine Grandiflorum, Labdanum Absolute, Lavender Absolute, Lime CO2, Myrrh, Oakmoss Absolute, Oregano, Patchouli Absolute, Rosemary, Russian Leather, Thyme, Vetiver Haiti, Ambrette Seed, Chooya Nakh, Civet Absolute, Costus, Hyraceum, Castoreum.IN COLLABORATION WITH LUCHE THE REMARKABLE BYZANTINE MODERN WEAR CLOTHING BRAND
The opening hits with blinding, metallic velocity. A piercing strike of pink grapefruit and lime CO₂ mimics the flash of an unsheathed blade, immediately sharpened by the icy, medicinal bite of camphor and elemi. There is zero hesitation here. A severe, herbaceous vanguard of oregano, thyme, and rosemary strips away any comforting sweetness, charging the air with a static, terrifying purity. It is the scent of ultimate, unapologetic judgment.
As the initial blinding light subsides, the composition plunges into the smoke of a militant liturgy. The heart is a massive, smoldering thurible: dense black frankincense and myrrh intertwine with the deep, resinous weight of labdanum and balsam fir. Stripped of all traditional floral romance, austere traces of jasmine and lavender are rapidly incinerated by dry clove bud and the earthy crackle of cypriol. It does not smell like a peaceful cathedral; it smells like a battlefield sanctified by holy fire.
The drydown is where the sheer, monumental scale of this fragrance establishes its dominion. An immovable core of genuine Borneo oud and Mysore sandalwood is flanked by an unapologetically fierce legion of animalics, civet absolute, castoreum, hyraceum, costus, and ambrette seed. Married to Russian leather and the roasted, tar-like smoke of chooya nakh, the base evokes the scorched earth beneath the Archangel's feet. Yet, rising above this dark, earthen weight of patchouli, oakmoss, and vetiver is a radiant aura of golden ambergris. Faint flickers of honey and tonka bean do not soften the blow; they merely highlight the sheer force of the composition.
The Holy Archangel Michael the Archistrategos is not a perfume of mortal comfort. It is an olfactory testament to absolute, triumphant authority, crushing, holy, and utterly magnificent.
Parfum Extrait
Golden Ambergris, Honey Absolute, Mysore Sandalwood, Balsam Fir, Borneo Oud, Camphor, Clove Bud, Cypriol, Elemi, Black Frankincense, Tonka Bean Absolute, Pink Grapefruit, Jasmine Grandiflorum, Labdanum Absolute, Lavender Absolute, Lime CO2, Myrrh, Oakmoss Absolute, Oregano, Patchouli Absolute, Rosemary, Russian Leather, Thyme, Vetiver Haiti, Ambrette Seed, Chooya Nakh, Civet Absolute, Costus, Hyraceum, Castoreum.IN COLLABORATION WITH LUCHE THE REMARKABLE BYZANTINE MODERN WEAR CLOTHING BRAND
The opening hits with blinding, metallic velocity. A piercing strike of pink grapefruit and lime CO₂ mimics the flash of an unsheathed blade, immediately sharpened by the icy, medicinal bite of camphor and elemi. There is zero hesitation here. A severe, herbaceous vanguard of oregano, thyme, and rosemary strips away any comforting sweetness, charging the air with a static, terrifying purity. It is the scent of ultimate, unapologetic judgment.
As the initial blinding light subsides, the composition plunges into the smoke of a militant liturgy. The heart is a massive, smoldering thurible: dense black frankincense and myrrh intertwine with the deep, resinous weight of labdanum and balsam fir. Stripped of all traditional floral romance, austere traces of jasmine and lavender are rapidly incinerated by dry clove bud and the earthy crackle of cypriol. It does not smell like a peaceful cathedral; it smells like a battlefield sanctified by holy fire.
The drydown is where the sheer, monumental scale of this fragrance establishes its dominion. An immovable core of genuine Borneo oud and Mysore sandalwood is flanked by an unapologetically fierce legion of animalics, civet absolute, castoreum, hyraceum, costus, and ambrette seed. Married to Russian leather and the roasted, tar-like smoke of chooya nakh, the base evokes the scorched earth beneath the Archangel's feet. Yet, rising above this dark, earthen weight of patchouli, oakmoss, and vetiver is a radiant aura of golden ambergris. Faint flickers of honey and tonka bean do not soften the blow; they merely highlight the sheer force of the composition.
The Holy Archangel Michael the Archistrategos is not a perfume of mortal comfort. It is an olfactory testament to absolute, triumphant authority, crushing, holy, and utterly magnificent.