The Myth of Lemuria

Ancient tales speak of a land of paradise that once existed in the Indian Ocean.  It was pure beauty, without war or strife. Then a cataclysm broke the earth and LEMURIA, or Mu, as it was once called sank into the ocean. Present-day Madagascar, some say, is all that is left of this ancient land. 

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THE SCENT:

Lemuria opens with fresh citrus and jungle leaves that reveal a heart of vanilla and white flowers. The base is deep earth, amber, and musk. The fragrance honors Madagascar's prized vanilla, which may have hung from the very trees of Lemuria. Like the jungle, it is green warmth, moist earth, and lilting florals.

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The Inspiration:

Bare, silent feet are nimble over the damp earth.

Lianas stretch from ancient tree to ancient tree.

There is no silence in this forest, but a cacophony of life.

Brilliant birds call to each other, small agile lemurs screech.

Thunder clashes, the rain will soon fall.

Quickly, the collector fills her basket with the white blooms of the forest.

They await her at the temple, and the goddess must have her treasured flowers.

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