A weekend at the chateau. You wake up at a leisurely pace and stretch like a cat in the pale golden light streaming in through the tall windows, wrapped in luxurious sheets, gazing out at the vineyards stretching out expansively before you. Sun warms the earth and a deep, complex sweetness fills the air, as intricate and rich as the tapestries that hang on the walls. There are mysteries at work here ‚Äìwhispered family secrets that have kept the land precious and productive for centuries ‚Äì but all you need to do is close your eyes and breathe to be seduced by the magic. Terre de Sarment opens with a clean, innocent, soapy note and gets more complicated and sensuous with every passing moment. Exuberant orange blossom intertwines with tendrils of incense and spice over the deep purr of vanilla, benzoin and tobacco. Earthy and musky and powerful, but clean at the same time, this is ridiculously sexy on either gender, guaranteed to attract attention even if you don‚t own a castle.
Terre de Sarment notes
grapefruit, neroli, cumin, cinnamon, nutmeg, orange blossom, incense, benzoin, tobacco, vanilla
