Inspiration

Let there be light,
And there was light.

The novels of Miyamoto Teru,
The films of Kore-eda Hirokazu,
The film scores by Chen Mingzhang,
The perfumes of Shoji Kumasaka,
Time passes slowly in the days.

Not all farewells require a goodbye,
Not every question calls for an answer.

It's just that,
I truly desire,
To have light.

The illusory light,
The Milan and jasmine flowers with dewdrops in the morning glow,
Clear and refreshing, touching the heart,
Glinting with a faint shimmer.

When there is light,
The heart can find its peace.


Scent Profile

Osmanthus blooms first with its apricot-kissed floralcy - the golden-hour light of memory made tangible. Jasmine follows, not indolic but dewy - its starry petals catching the first gleam of dawn like celluloid frames in a Kore-eda montage. Musk lingers as the quiet aftermath: clean, skin-warm, the scent of peace after tears. Together, they create a luminous trifecta - not the blinding flash of epiphany, but the enduring radiance that remains when the eyes adjust to the dark.