There is no point in fighting insomnia, minutes turn into hours. Then comes an idea, the remnants of a dream, a jetlag-free journey into the heart of a story where you are the hero. At the tips of your fingers typing on the keyboard, the adventure of a night unfolds on a page. The lingering scent of a dream at dawn, like a fragrance of ink and paper. A blot of black ink on the blank page of your sleepless nights. NOTES: Papyrus Wood, Indonesian Patchouli, Castoreum, Leather, Amber Woods.