Timeless: Myrrhiad by Huitième Art

First, the name, which is excellent, the sort of thing you can't believe nobody thought of before.

Second, the bottle, which you can't quite figure out. Is it referencing an Egyptian canopic jar?

A Chinese white-jade snuff bottle?

A twentieth-century opal-glass lampshade?

An electric shaver?

Ancient? Modern? Functional? Decorative? Plastic, glass, porcelain, stone? The Huitième Art house bottle could be almost anything, from almost any time period (well, maybe not the Baroque), and that's intriguing.

And finally of course the fragrance, which at first sniff seems like a fairly standard-issue variant on an amber scent, all base notes, but gradually unfurls itself to reveal a heart of sugared myrrh, simultaneously sweet and bitter but not too much of either, with a dose of black licorice candy and a comfortingly milky-sweet vanilla base. What it calls to mind is a highly simplified version of Serge Lutens' Douce Amere, and if that scent is just too strange, if you like the idea of Lutens but not the execution, Myrrhiad may be just the thing to warm you up on a cold fall day.