Inspiration

Form is not different from emptiness,
Emptiness is not different from form.

Twilight at Samye

The golden roof of Samye Monastery glimmers,
Flowing light dances in the air.


Scent Profile

Mysore sandalwood forms the spiritual backbone - its creamy richness polished smooth by centuries of prayer wheels. Spicy notes (cardamom? saffron?) crackle like butter lamps suddenly flaring, while Moroccan cedarwood provides the dry, monastic structure of ancient beams. The illusion of incense (though unlisted) rises between them - neither fully material nor entirely imagined, just as the sutras teach. The drydown lingers in a state of perfumed paradox: present yet intangible, heavy yet weightless, like sunlight becoming incense becoming nothing at all.