Material is a paradox – through materiality, it evokes immateriality, teaching us to look beyond appearances and that what matters is often unseen; an experience akin to standing in a grove and descrying in the sweltering shade a multitude of textures and manifold hues of wood and leaf and bark; all coming together into one.
Material is not a mere study on Vanilla: it is Vanilla untamed and unleashed. The opening shines under the angelic halo of Frankincense and Elemi, together rising in billows of light, their citrusy zest turning the material Vanilla Absolute into a hallowed balm. They herald with a bright and golden hue the entrance of Benzoin melding into a cloud of Tonka Bean that covers like a shroud a tiaré-like Vanilla ere its fall into a crackling pyre of dry woods. The ambery purr of Labdanum, the cocoa-rich dampness of Patchouli and the animalic might of Oud highlight the dark side of their Queenyet light still prevails through the honeyed-apricot flesh of a plush Osmanthus bloom steeped in a pool of White Musks cloturing the finale and taking Vanilla to a heavenly realm.