A day will come with cobwebs in the sky. When knowledge will travel on wings thinner than air.
The tip of my finger holds a power greater than any.
The world, atop my desk, lies within hand’s reach. Cold and white, waxy and faintly floral whiffs of Iris Absolute, together with a bright and airy Rhum Ether, spark like hands dancing on a keyboard.
Abstract buttery notes of Iris Concrete, fleshy hues of Rose and pallid tones of immaculate Jasmine paint a binary world of black numbers over white screens, of glass shards, concrete towers and data humming behind metal desks.
The raw, raspy animality of Agarwood, paired with an addictive, plastic note of Civet slowly comes forth, pushed by a Dry Wood accord – the scent of salty skin, heating under neon lights. The scent of humans, living together with machines.
A dry and mineral Orris, yet miraculously soothing and carnal, Opus V is a modern tale of societies fragmented by the way knowledge travels on the internet.
Perfumer: Jacques Cavallier