We are homesick most for the places we have never known. - Carson McCullers

The inexplicable sense of nostalgia and longing for strange and unfamiliar places in an antique floral scent: caraway, carnation absolute, clove bud, black tea, anise, and botanical musk.

In the face of all the present turmoil and unrest and unhappiness… what can a photographer, a writer, a curator do?… To make people aware of the eternal things, to show the relationship of man to nature, to make clear the importance of our heritage, is a task that no one should consider insignificant… These are days when eloquent statements are needed.

- Letter from Beaumont Newhall to Ansel Adams, May 3, 1954 from Ansel Adams, Yosemite

A projection of classic black & white photography into a black fougere scent, an experiment based on film, paper & olfactory senses: yuzu, petitgrain water absolute, nagarmotha, tobacco absolute, wild vetiver, dark patchouli, botanical musk.

Listening, not jargon, is the path into the heart of music. And if we listen at a deep enough level, we enter into the magic of the song - no degrees or formal credentials required. Careful listening can demystify virtually all of the intricacies and marvels of jazz. The people who first gave us jazz did so without much formal study - and, in some instances, with none at all. But they knew how to listen.

- Ted Gioia, How to Listen to Jazz

A classic jazz composition is smooth, cool and classy and, although it has since been split into many other different styles and artists are still adding their own touch, a warm, elegant & slightly smoky jazz perfume series, which includes red mandarin, ginger absolute, wild pink pepper, Bourbon rose absolute, honey, cinnamon bark, cade wood, and labdanum absolute, might gracefully accompany the sophisticated music genre.

We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.

- Stanisław Lem, Solaris

A study on being and nothingness, meditations on the order of things and the nature of reality in a dry & velvety scent: myrrh, frankincense serrata, blue hemlock absolute, siam wood, aged hibawood, and amber.

An ongoing series of untitled perfumes, released randomly, capturing personal impressions, journal extracts, encounters with people, places and found objects, dream-like memories of ephemeral moments, all serving as symbols and mementos of the fleeting time continuum, documented through scent and a (film photography) diary...

01

Wild rose berries, wilting hydrangeas, leathery chestnuts, mahogany chrysanthemums, gossamer mornings, wild fermented apples, and dry sherry...

02

Plum crumble, ruby blackberries, weeping willow tears, crimson strawberry leaves, warm night rain, chianti caramel, and a blue sun glare.

03

Persian ivy bloom, blackcurrant leaves, crushed raspberries, musty ponds, wild chanterelles, damp hay bales, and ochre oak fern.

04

Salt wind, flapping black sails, steel cranes, magenta heather, dusty window relics, praline coffee, and a barroom piano staccato.

05

Black earth fields, red water fens, dormant apiaries, gazing sunflower husks, bitter pomegranate rind, amber rosin, and ashen charcoal.

Really love ❤️ my diverse collection of perfume oils!!! Clean and non toxic oils are hard to fine, thank you so much !!! - Calvin

I love applying this pretty little oil to my wrists and feeling the atmosphere of a jazz club. The fragrance is classy and warm. I can detect all the notes listed, first I smell mandarin, then honey and rose make their appearance, enveloped in cinnamon all the way through, in the background a little smoke and wood, everything blends together elegantly and smoothly like a classic Jazz composition. If jazz has a smell it's definitely this one. Thank you very much, receiving your perfumes is a wonderful experience. - Fanny