There’s something about Prague.
Maybe it’s the spies. Maybe it’s the shadows. Maybe it’s the way the air feels thick with secrets and old books. Every city has its fragrance, and Prague smells like mystery—a blend of stone, ink, and something unspoken.
I think of places like that often. Of Porto. Of Lima. Of Lisbon, where the light hits the tile just right and something in me always softens. And yet, in the middle of all that wanderlust, I find myself time-traveling—not to a passport stamp, but to a Greyhound bus.
I was eighteen. A little nerd enchanted with the world and obsessed with the Tropic of Cancer. My mother by my side. My dad waving goodbye. My heart in my throat. I would miss him for two days, but it felt like forever. And the fumes from the bus? Intoxicating. Diesel and anticipation. A top note of motion.
It was a grand adventure. No other words will do.
Even now, when I blend fragrance, I’m chasing that same spark—that sense of what’s around the corner. I didn’t know, then, how many dark waters I’d cross. How many treacherous valleys I’d pass through. People whose hearts weren’t like mine. Dangers unseen that I’d somehow be protected from. But I also didn’t know how many rooms I’d walk into and feel seen. How many mornings would smell like citrus and possibility. How many nights would hold the weight of oud, smoke, and longing.
At the core, I’m still that girl—counting numbers divisible by three when I get anxious, writing poems in my head while waiting for coffee, watching the world like it’s a novel and I’m both the author and the reader.
And this is why I make fragrance.
Because scent is the only thing that stays when everything else disappears.
Because it finds its way into our dreams.
Because it gives us permission to fly—even when our feet are on the ground.
So here’s to the drama.
To the coded luxe of cities that smell like risk.
To the quiet rituals.
To the people who feel too much and dare to bottle it anyway.
And to you—wherever you’re going, whatever scent you choose to wear on the way.
This is your grand, grand adventure.
And we’re honored to scent it with you.
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