A venerable Roman chapel in southern Italy or a monastery lost in the fragrant hills of Greece... Here, time has no meaning. There is only eternity. On the cool stone slabs, worn to a silky polish over the centuries, the burning embrace of the Mediterranean summer exudes an infinite, almost sacred love. A mystical and mysterious scent hangs in the air, hinting at a glowing, almost violent fever. Incense and myrrh, ancient scents for all-consuming passion, ready for union.
The words of artistic director François Hénin on La Liturgie des Heures
“A personal childhood memory shared by the founder of Jovoy. During his imprisonment in World War II, his grandfather formed a close friendship with a monk, and afterwards the family often visited his abbey. Jacques Flori took care to give this incense a special, unique note that distinguishes it with the smoky and damp notes typical of sacred places where time seems to stand still for centuries.”
