Inspired by Rock the Myrrh by Dries Van Noten, Myrrh Stone is leather with a couture heartbeat—polished, sensual, and a little bit dangerous in the most elegant way. It doesn’t enter a room loudly; it claims it quietly, like someone impeccably dressed who never checks whether they’re being watched.

It begins with a bright, teasing crackle—pink pepper sparkling on the skin—then quickly turns cooler and sharper as cypress sweeps in: aromatic, green, and sleek, like a midnight breeze through a modern atelier. That contrast is the hook: heat against chill, softness against edge, the kind of tension that feels instantly magnetic.

As it settles, the scent becomes deeper and more intimate. Myrrh rises like a warm resin glow—smoky-sweet, velvety, and hypnotic—while patchouli adds a dark, earthy elegance that keeps everything grounded and sophisticated. It feels like stone warmed by skin, like incense without the heaviness, like confidence with restraint.

Then comes the part that makes people lean closer. A smooth suede accord wraps around the resin—soft, matte, and touchable—while benzoin melts underneath with a balsamic warmth that lingers like a secret. The drydown is addictive in a quiet way: not sugary, not harsh, just a slow, golden hum that stays on your collar, your scarf, your memory.

Myrrh Stone is made for evenings, galleries, private dinners, winter air, and black-on-black outfits—but it wears just as beautifully in daylight when you want your presence to feel intentional. It’s the scent of refined rebellion: spice at the first glance, resin at the pulse, and a suede-warm trail that says, without saying a word, “come closer.”