A brisk Bergamot washes over you like a draft of glacial air. You feel the cold grip of Pink Pepper, the slight tingle of Pimento Berry in your fingers and a Frankincense encapsulating your past and your future.
A deep breath fills your lungs with the fierce and smoky scent of Sand Vetiver and of an animalic Rose whose weathered tobacco accents tame the tension between an earthy Papyrus and a silken touch of Sandalwood.
Yet this is roads’ end, where the sun is always high, and rays of aldehydic Mystikal suddenly spear through Saffron and Suede, your leathery cloak of doubts, to kindle a mist of Akigalawood, shimmering like a swarm of fireflies.
A vertical totem of mineral woods and stellar sparks of spice, Purpose is a shamanic awakening, the scent of feeling at peace, of finding your roots, of feeling complete.
Perfumer: Quentin Bisch.
