You’re licking a lemon and ginger gelato while watching a Viking ship being ceremonially burned on a windswept beach.
Sacrificial herbs like mint and angelica flicker among the golden, glowing timbers as they creak and settle into mesmerising shapes.
Puffs of incense writhe in the embers—bright, warm and very mysterious.
Slightly acidic, floral, incense, leather-animalic that somehow manages to smell like someone has tossed a handful of gold dust into a ray of sunlight. Apparently inspired by an episode of Dr Who, but it always make me visualise the scene in Paul Schrader's Mishima, where the golden pavilion suddenly swings open and you get this burst of rapturous music from the Philip Glass score.