Deep-seated boredom is like a fog that turns everything into a strange uniform mush. Slow breathing with half-closed eyes. A feeling of weariness and also a sense of enjoyment. Seeing nothing, reading nothing, working on nothing. Everything is covered in a crust of dark feelings. A fibrous dust that glows when you blow on it; black rust with a sticky surface... it forms and protects you.
This dark boredom protects you, because it arises from loneliness, and with loneliness comes an iron shield against the mediocrity that lurks around every corner of everyday life. Black boredom opens you up, catapults you into another dimension, far away from everything trivial. There are no certainties in black boredom, because you experience it yourself, it becomes part of you, a crust, the bark of deeply hidden wood. A soft sound in the fog of the self. Boredom creates a moment of self-reflection, a moment of contemplation about our place in the world, and this takes time that is otherwise always lacking.
Dry-smelling cedarwood combines with the spiciness of lavender and myrtle. A sweet hint of heliotrope and vanilla shimmers through the mist of patchouli and vetiver. Ennui Noir is a woody yet tart composition that is reminiscent of classic men's fragrances without being explicitly masculine. A thoroughly complex and extraordinary creation that is anything but boring.
