wanderlust

not all those who wander are lost. it is the impulse we all harbor. to turn blind corners and explore alleys to make the foreign, familiar and acquire bits of ourselves along the way. a collection of scents and memories gathered from wandering the streets of a new york winter. notes of aged paper, the smell of old books, indelible as the stories themselves. and glimpses of nature that grow between the cracks, of rare barks, white woods, wild grass and warm earthy resins. a space of comforting warmth amidst a snow covered skyline and the clean freshness of hinoki cypress wood. an infinite blend of pure hinoki cypress wood, gurjum balsam resin, vetivert grass, red cedarwood atlas bark, mandarin rind and cistus rockrose resin.