Seamus Heaney — In Gallarus Oratory

I have visited Gallarus Oratory and the scent of stone inside is amazing, as it is to think of turf fires mingling with the sea in all this. I set about to recreate this wonderful poem which I first heard inside the Oratory, and to do it in perfume. To conjure up the day when I strolled down a path of buzzing blooming fuchsias alive with bee traffic, to read the tiny praying house. Gallarus Oratory is what it is like to be there. A cold yet cozy perfume with a waft of a turf fire in the distance, the sea lapping at the shore below, and the fragrance of stone. Remarkable in its chill, but also somehow familiar. Sophisticated, dry, unisex.