A rose in a thorny wreath. There is a sensation here of a passage through multiple, labyrinthine rooms, each is infused with a different scent. There is a deep architectural sensation – a physical volume of leather, agarwood, and tobacco – layers that build for decades, centuries. But nearby, perhaps an adjacent room, perhaps carried along in the turbulent air of a passing figure, the delicate yet potent notes of Rose Absolute and Patchouli drift into focus. Miracle of the Rose surrounds the elegant flower with an almost unfathomable depth.