ELIXIR | Extrait de Parfum - zest, violet woods, green cognac, aged cedarwood

The forest speaks in scent.

ELIXIR feels like wandering into an enchanted forest that has been left alone long enough to develop its own rules. Somewhere beneath towering wet trees and tangled vines is a tiny house almost swallowed by the woods—shelves of unlabeled bottles, dried plants, peculiar objects, healing mushrooms and things gathered from the forest whose purpose is not immediately clear. Wild violets hide close to the ground, moss climbs over old timber, and something seems to flicker between the trees before disappearing again. It smells like finding a world that was there long before you arrived. 

One of the strangest qualities of violet is how its scent can seem to disappear while you are smelling it, only to return again—almost as though the flower itself is hiding. Green cognac brings a fermented, leafy wildness, while aged cedarwood becomes the enchanted woods around it: dry trunks, old beams apothecary cabinets darkened by years of forest air. Mushrooms belong naturally to this world of decay becoming nourishment again—quiet little organisms emerging from what has fallen, turning the forest floor back into life. The whole composition feels like nature practicing its own kind of alchemy.

Fragrant accords of: wild violet petals, crushed green leaves, tangerine rind, green cognac, healing mushrooms, damp moss, rain-darkened bark, aged cedarwood and strange woodland florals. An enchanted green floral and woody fragrance—bright in flashes, earthy and damp underneath, settling into mysterious aged woods.

You’d reach for ELIXIR when you want to step outside the ordinary for a while—when you feel creatively blocked, overly practical, or simply hungry for wonder again. It is for following the strange path, touching the moss-covered door, opening the unlabeled bottle and entering that magical world you’ve always believed in. *This is only a selection of the prominent notes. The actual perfume contains dozens of sacred essences.

Hand-blended in small batches,
matured through moon cycles,
hand-tuned to 432 Hz,
and poured into a 10 ml glass bottle —
wrapped in velvet and sealed in wax as a personal relic.