Inspiration

The golden roof of Samye Monastery glimmers,
The memories of Brahman are lasting and tender.

Samye, at Daybreak

The wind does not stir,
Nor does the flag flutter.
It is the heart that is in motion.

Samye in Shannan shines brightly in the darkness.
Sandalwood, cedarwood, burning incense, benzoin,
Intertwine and linger, the fragrance of Brahman surges subtly.


Scent Profile

Mysore sandalwood forms the devotional core—creamy, sacred, its richness polished by generations of ritual. Violet petals soften the composition with their powdery humility, while Moroccan cedarwood adds dry austerity like monastic robes brushing stone floors. Beneath it all, benzoin’s vanilla-like glow and phantom incense (though unlisted) hum like butter lamps in pre-dawn darkness—a fragrance that lingers long after the last mantra fades.