The vast ocean swells and contracts, caught in the moon’s relentless pull. Beneath the surface, a school of squid emerges. Strange, elastic shapes dart from the depths in a frantic search for food. They are not alone. Their predators dart forward, only to be foiled by blinding jets of murky ink. The hunt is brought to an abrupt halt when a monolith materializes, greedily swallowing everything in its path. The massive sperm whale dives, leaving a temporary peace in its wake. Decades later, remnants of the battle surface. Chunks of ambergris, expelled by the whale and polished by the salty currents, wash up on the shore. Trash? Trash? To the perfumer, this elusive substance is nothing less than treasure.
Zoologist Squid sings a song of the sea, a melancholy tale told through tangy brine, crisp incense and soft, cloudy ink, all united by the moody aroma of ambergris. Like the infinite depths that inspired it, this elegant fragrance is steeped in mystery.