Ink

Everyone remembers their first tattoo: the fear, the sensation, the rush of adrenaline. For anyone who has fallen under the spell of this ancestral art, it is far more than an adornment — it is the memory of a moment, engraved forever. Ink bottles this fascination, where tattoo and perfume meet: two marks worn on the skin.

The opening reveals the woody, earthy freshness of vetiver. The heart then reveals a black-ink accord, cold and almost metallic, softened by a touch of jasmine that tempers its edge.

In the base, birch and tar set up a leathery, resinous smoke, dark and tenacious, which prolongs the composition with a magnetic presence.

Cold, inked and resolutely singular, Ink is the trail of an indelible memory — a signature worn like a second skin.