A flash of blaring Galbanum escapes from a forest, heavy with the honeyed fragrance of Narcissus. In the thick darkness of the Violet Leaf, dryads come to life and flee, leaving behind them a sillage of wet grass.

A distant roar, the smell of warm, animalic fur rubbed with Ambergris - in the deep alleys where the humid fragrance of Patchouli lingers, chimeras older than the world still breathe.

Sublime evanescence of Carnation, floating shadows of Musk, cold veins of Oakmoss on a background of Smoked Leather paint a landscape where legends come to life.

Evocation of magical water and the innate life of the Earth, Myths Woman is the surrealist incarnation of nature's secret wonders.