Ignara opens like a lit match (i know that’s a strange comparison, but hear me out).
Sharp lemon cuts through clouds of frankincense - clean, resinous, a little sacred, a little confusing.
Give it a few minutes and it softens: rose wrapped in cinnamon, tonka adding a creamy sweetness, elemi keeping it bright and peppery.
The dry down is where it settles in for the night - vanilla and musk melted into amber, grounded by dry vetiver and cedarwood.
Warm, spiced, and very Arabic in spirit. This is not a skin scent. This is a statement.
I find it very intoxicating and very very addictive. It’s honestly unlike anything else in my collection and i keep wanting to wear it, day after day.