Inspiration

Compared with my youthful days,
I cherish more my now weathered visage.

Love,
Is,
Duras' rose,
Bearing the ripples of desolation.


Scent Profile

Iris unfolds first with its powdery elegance - the quiet dignity of silvered hair and wisdom-etched hands. Rose Otto blooms at its heart, not the dewy maiden's rose but the deeper, honeyed variant that has known both sun and frost. Patchouli lingers beneath like well-turned soil - earthy, slightly medicinal, the necessary darkness that makes the flower's persistence meaningful. Together, they form an olfactive sonnet to enduring love - one that has learned to find radiance even in desolation's ripples.