The collection
Each is built in three acts — a top that breaks, a heart that lingers, a base that settles. Filter by family, or read any of them in full.
Earthy
Rain, an hour after it stops.
The smell of a sidewalk fifteen minutes into a summer storm — green tea steam, wet stone, and a hush of iris underneath.
Solar
Noon light through a wine glass.
A golden-hour citrus that turns amber and tonka by evening — the fragrance equivalent of a terrace that gets sun all day.
Smoked
The last ember of a dinner-party fire.
Smoked tea, incense, and old leather — built for cold rooms, low light, and the last hour of a long evening.
Aquatic
Fog rolling off a cold coastline.
Sea salt and driftwood with an iris heart — the closest a bottle has come to bottling a coastline in November.