Life is not only dripping in fragrance, it is itself a wonderful metaphor for the craft. Each breathe yet another poetic reminder of where we were, are, and hope to be.
Inescapable, it is with us on every journey, be they big or small, personal or collective. Every sniff a renewal of not only life, but also a realization of all that decorates it.
When exposed to scent, we find ourselves trapped in all that has kissed the air. It is not always easy to understand… not always smooth. Like an overdose of the world’s strongest true serum, it can enlighten us in absolute clarity while drowning us in abject confusion.
Before you realize it, before you recognize its silent power, imbibe all of its fragrant glory, it is lost… retreating forever to the ether. Yet another lover returned to the earth.
Beautiful. Poisonous. Libidinous. Intoxicating. It is one of few remaining universals of humanity, a fleeting connection to a time of child-like wonder. Try as hard as you may to deny it, to cast it off, you are lost to its invisible grasp. It is you and you are it.
We are perfume.


