We live in the moment, just not this one.

Cut grass and green tea open crisp and vivid, edged by the bitterness of galbanum. Then they drift into a soft infusion of orris and orange blossom. And suddenly, from this very moment, we're somewhere else: not transported, but unmoored, carried by something we did not choose to remember.
The drydown? A harmony of honey and benzoin. Golden, comforting, illusory, a reminder:

Nostalgia is the identity we wear in retrospect.

50ml

7.5ml