On a desert island, wrought of golden Myrrh and Frankincense, a silhouette lies beneath the sun, beneath the sky. A waft of suntan skin catches you unaware, a whiff of Fenugreek, like maple sweet, more gourmand than summer.

It beckons you closer. The warmth sunsets, the saltiness of Myrrh and Frankincense absolutes appears at last under maroon strikes of Benzoin and Labdanum.

A song of salty incense, of mineral warmth and summer meditations, Lineage is the scent of travelling far from home to get closer to yourself.