A 19th century gentleman scholar's blend of dried ivy leaves, lotus root, and oakmoss; a nostalgic whisper of Provence lavender, tonka, and mist soaked tweed warmed by green cardamon; a quiet rumination of rare incense woods; and the papyrus paper, soft leather, and ink from a worn travel journal.
"Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect." -- W.B. Yeats