XII L'Heure Mysterieuse

Silence was on the prowl. You could hear it breathing, lurking like desire. The calmness felt only temporary. Drowsiness gained life, slow jasmine and heavy (PATCHOULI). This was the time for listening to your heart beat at the edge of abandon, like a reverse countdown, a voyage into the intimate where everything wraps up yet unravels. Withdraw and center your mind on your sacred inner self, reaching in to the seat of your consciousness. Was it day (ELEMI), (CORIANDER)? Was it night (INCENSE), (FRANKINCENSE)? Soon you must leave the (JUNIPER) dusk, but not quite yet. First, savor L'HEURE MYSTÉRIEUSE for just one hour – no longer, that's a promise – extracted from deep within, and rediscover your own personal roots.