Forgotten Tomb is the scent of absolute stillness—where the weight of centuries has pressed into stone, and the damp air carries whispers that no one is left to hear.
It opens with the scent of earth, petrichor, and stone, like soil disturbed only by time itself; the cold embrace of something left behind, buried beneath layers of silence.
Moss takes hold at the heart of the fragrance, creeping over crypt walls, swallowing names carved in crumbling stone. Its damp, green presence feels consuming—like something alive, reclaiming what was once known, spreading slowly but relentlessly.
At the base, cedarwood lingers, ancient and desolate, its dry presence echoing through abandoned halls. There’s a finality to it—a scent of doors sealed shut, of footsteps that faded long ago. It settles in like dust over untouched relics, a reminder that some things were never meant to be remembered.
Forgotten Tomb is not just a fragrance—it is a descent into the hollow quiet of a place lost to time, where absence is absolute and the only thing left is the weight of decay.
Forgotten Tomb is the scent of absolute stillness—where the weight of centuries has pressed into stone, and the damp air carries whispers that no one is left to hear.
It opens with the scent of earth, petrichor, and stone, like soil disturbed only by time itself; the cold embrace of something left behind, buried beneath layers of silence.
Moss takes hold at the heart of the fragrance, creeping over crypt walls, swallowing names carved in crumbling stone. Its damp, green presence feels consuming—like something alive, reclaiming what was once known, spreading slowly but relentlessly.
At the base, cedarwood lingers, ancient and desolate, its dry presence echoing through abandoned halls. There’s a finality to it—a scent of doors sealed shut, of footsteps that faded long ago. It settles in like dust over untouched relics, a reminder that some things were never meant to be remembered.
Forgotten Tomb is not just a fragrance—it is a descent into the hollow quiet of a place lost to time, where absence is absolute and the only thing left is the weight of decay.
Net wt: 2.5oz (71g)
