“THE UNHAPPINESS OF LOVE MUST BE REPLACED BY THE HAPPINESS OF WRITING.”
JEAN COCTEAU, LETTRES À PIERRE BOREL, 1951.

I WANTED A PERFUME ABOUT WRITING, ABOUT FRAGILE AND UNCERTAIN WORDS. A CANDLE EVOKING THE ALMOST LOST RITUAL OF CORRESPONDENCE, THE DELICATE LUXURY OF WRITING PAPER WITH A SUBTLE WEAVE.

CEDAR, ABSOLUTE OF EVERLASTING FLOWER, FIR BALSAM, BLACKCURRANT BUD AND CYPRESS.