[Mihan aromatics]

Intent on getting lost in heady afflictions. Richly rubbery, stubbornly unattainable, inviting to touch. Hot like a sun licked car bonnet yet smooth like the inside of an oyster shell. A familiar scene that’s hard to catch and harder to forget. Volatile of its own volition. Piquant, irreverent and sort of troubled.

Cue - Woody Amber

Top Notes - Neroli

Middle Notes - Saffron, Cinnamon

Base Notes - Vanilla, Musk, Amber, Australian Sandalwood, Cedarwood

Forever floating in a state of angelical, athletic leisure. Never noticeably influenced by others; In fact, quite indifferent to their cafe chatter. Born of soft coconut cotton and enlivened by deep inhalations of the sea air. Magazine paper and fresh cucumber; unfaltering notes of cool condensation and listless poolside day dreaming. Romantically alone.

A welcomed relief from prolonged abstinence. Drenched from the sky, an invigoration of wood and earth, asphalt and ash. Awoken, aerated, then released. A eulogy for long hot days broken with weighty rain. Outdoor showers absorbing a drink. Dormant rock and aching fields entering the ether and resting on skin.

A mountainous arrangement of paper and unfamiliar books exude distinction and literary prowess. This, paired with gestural hand movements, autumnal hues of corduroy, stubble and amber coloured drapes leads to an infectiously upholding presence. A musk assembled of dense cedar, thoughtful parting words and a reminiscence of dry oil paint.

Deep roots in undisturbed land. Creaking and creek lined. Gasps of crushed fir needles. A balsam of dense blue cypress and tree sap. A remedy of morning air inhaled deeply. Evergreen botanicals that mimic the quietness of first light. Ancient flowering trees and woods who graciously lend their oils for revival.