Interlude Man

There is a stillness at the start of Interlude Man by Amouage, opoponax reading as smoke blurred by warm brown resin. At its heart, oregano reads as a dry green spice from hillside scrub, met by incense — spice-laced smoke in market air. Higher up, bergamot threads a silky bitter rind under morning light while sandalwood opens as sandal cream with a tropical hush. The result is warm and balsamic, a resinous, woody centre lifted by aromatic herbs and citrus.