Winter In Manaslu Eau de Parfum

Meandering through snow-capped mountain slopes as the icy air whistles around you. Whispers on the breeze tell tales of fragrant musk deer hidden amongst the pines.

Why we're addicted: The wind of the highlands, direct. The snow closest to the sky, pure. True, and unshaken. Calm, yet not cold. Reflex, with warmth.