SOLEIL INVISIBLE

@15% eau de parfum

By Christina Christie

Conjure your Invisible Sun.

Accords:

CROWN - Opalene, Pink Pepper Oil CO2 LMR*, Passionfruit, Lychee, Tangerine.

HEART - Vetiver LMR*, Cypress LMR, Sichuan Pepper CO2 Absolute LMR*, Armoire Heart Oil LMR*, Rose Essential for Life LMR*, Orris Root LMR*

ROOT - Oakwood LMR*, Vetiver Oil Java LMR*, Vanilla Absolute Madagascar LMR*, Guaiac Wood, Gurjun Balsam LMR*, Labdanum LMR*, Ambertonic Crystals, Earthy Musk

* LMR denotes 100% pure, natural, sustainable oil source from LMR Labs, Grasse, France.

Original artwork by Carlo Zambotti

WHAT THE CRITICS ARE SAYING

In the midst of the clouds of earthy char is a mounting sense of something bright beginning to rise. There’s a glowing citrus way, way in the distance – the first hazy, vaporous sunrise rays emerging almost imperceptibly into the night sky, until you begin to feel a nourishing lightness, a je ne sais quois change in the air.

Floral-with-a-bite pink pepper, rose, vanilla, and citrus play the part of the dawning morning as tangerine shimmers drift in and out of perception. You smell all the edges here, but the beauty is that you progressively smell them soften into the shadow of a vanilla sunrise.

The sunniness never fully gets all the way to the top and overshadows the wood, earth, and smoke, rather it hangs, drifting in the air, frozen in mid-rise amongst the wildfires.

The gentle brightness it adds creates a remarkable complexity and moving tension, as it seems to transform the aggression of the smoke tendrils into something that feels like they’d take your hand and offer their warmth, rather than go for your throat. It becomes deeply comforting, rather than jarring and dangerous-smelling.

Soleil Invisible is a highly memorable, hard-to-describe scent full of warm brightness, a solar fragrance for all intents and purposes, but nestled in an encroaching cloud of comforting smokiness betraying all its aggressive strength – a warm smile that hints at the mornings to come, directly in the middle of the darkest night.

— Patric Rhys, Fragrantica