If you’re stuck in Sydney, you’ve been suffering all winter under an assault of Greek Island Insta-brags. It’s torture. I’ve never had the pleasure of island hopping myself but thanks to this particular scent, I’ve been to Mykonos and back today, despite grey clouds and drizzle making it known that winter ain’t over.
Moss. Morning dew. Lazy sunsets; brushing against the wild thyme as you wander along the cliff top. That thrilling leap into the cold salt water. It’s all there in Mykonos12. The delightful Maria Christofilis crafted the scent to celebrate her marriage on the island of love and her creation has that indefinable touch of the individual, the olfactory auteur factor that separates the formulaic from the sublime.
Beyond the initial sweet blossoming of jasmine and neroli is a tension between the light-as-mist cool powder of iris and the slightly bitter, amberous resin of the mastic tree, warm and almost masculine, the groom to the bride Christofilis.
What a wondrous wedding.