Ivory Temple

The limestone of the temple at Deir el-Bahari turns almost white an hour after sunrise, and holds the heat of it until evening. Ivory Temple is that hour: an opening of solar musk and bergamot so bright it reads almost colourless.

Beneath it, saffron and neroli warm the composition the way a stone wall warms through a morning. What remains on the skin hours later is white amber and vanilla absolue not the dawn itself, but the memory of standing in it.