Inspiration

I venture alone to behold the snow. Gazing in all directions, the world is swathed in a pure, glistening white. Driven by a surge of inspiration, I set forth on my journey.

There is a beauty and melancholy that is both tender and unwavering. The perfumer harbors the wish to capture that ephemeral beauty and preserve it within the fabric of real life, thus restoring it to an eternal ideal and a cherished longing for beauty.
When I departed, the snowflakes fell like blossoms in profusion.
Now that I return, the flowers bloom as if they were snow.

I want to create a perfume that I can take along when I go to view the snow all by myself.


Scent Profile

Violet leaf pierces first - its dewy greenness sharp as cold air filling lungs on a mountaintop. Rose follows, not opulent but spare - petals frozen mid-bloom, their sweetness muted like distant temple bells. White musk lingers as the snow's echo: clean, expansive, and strangely warm - the scent of your own skin after hours in the silent white wilderness. Together, they trace the circular journey: the anticipation of departure, the stillness of observation, and the gentle thaw of return.