0 — 15 min
Top — the arrival
Pear skin and cold air. It reads bright for a quarter of an hour, then steps back on purpose, the way weather turns without announcing it.
Pear skinBlue cypressBergamot, cold-pressed
Veil
Perfume, worn like weather.
The development
One scent, read down six hours15 min — 2 h
Heart — the hour it becomes yours
Iris butter opens over wet peony. This is the part people lean in to ask about, and the reason we macerate for eighteen months before a single bottle is filled.
Iris pallidaWet peonyWhite musk
2 h — 6 h
Base — what lingers
Haitian vetiver, olibanum, the ghost of paper ash. Close to the skin now, and still there when you take the coat off at midnight.
Haitian vetiverOlibanumPaper ash
Three weathers
Same hand — three climates
Dusk
Iris pressed into cool smoke. The hour when streetlights hesitate.
Iris butterBlue cypressCold smoke
50 ml extrait₸ 68,000
Bloom
Peony heavy with rain. A garden remembered better than it was.
Wet peonyPear skinWhite musk
50 ml extrait₸ 64,000
Ash
Vetiver and the ghost of incense. What the fire leaves behind.
Haitian vetiverOlibanumPaper ash
50 ml extrait₸ 72,000
Raw matter
Farmed, tinctured, weighed by hand
We compose at 14 percent. Strong enough to be weather, never a wall.
18 months maceration
900 bottles a year — then they are gone
900 bottles a year — then they are gone
Enter a room the way fog enters a valley.
Wear the weather.
Three 2 ml veils, posted anywhereOrder the discovery set