PARFUMS

01:02:23:45

SPICY MUSK

The first snowflakes landing on my shoulders bring back memories of childhood, joyfully plunging into the snow. The memory of rolling in the snow—blanketed by its pristine whiteness—beckons us to escape the dull familiarity of daily life and leap into the snow once more. The dance that begins with the thrill of seeing the first snow again flows freely and cheerfully—a celebration of pure, unbridled joy.

02:59:00:25

WATERY FLORAL

In the early summer dawn—when a cool breeze mingles with the scent of grass—a momentary silence in conversation under the blue moonlight halts the flow of time. An unfamiliar tension arises—as if ensnared in each other's temporal realm—and an indescribable flutter transforms into an intense trembling, carried on the cold air. The ripples sparkling in the moonlit water amplify the heart's flutter, and the tremors of the paused moment linger as a radiant afterimage.

10:00:00:01

SALTY CITRUS

Drawn by an impulse that echoes deep within your heart, you are immersed in an unexplored world. The floating spirit above the vast water surface of the Dead Sea encounters freedom from the light source that spews out from its primitive origin. The overwhelming wave of an indescribable sense of liberation surges through your dying heart, bringing it back to life.

11:30:50:25

GREENERY WOODY

The relationship of absolute acceptance—which I find myself guided by subconsciously—allows me to embrace my entire being. The profound stability and warmth provided by sincere words and unconditional comfort bring hope, like light seeping through the clouds. By emptying myself of the daily stimulations and exhausting emotions from others, I cultivate my own balance, forging a stronger self.

04:19:37:25

FRESH METALLIC

At dawn in the city, I'm wandering aimlessly down the street, torn between vague hopes and sobering realities. The future seems clear and then fades into obscurity, and complex emotions are swirled in confusion with the flickering city lights.Our wanderings are glorious, for when roaming among the lights, suddenly look back—and we realize that the present was the most beautiful moment of all.

00:00:01:25

DRY WOODY

In the endless desolate desert night, sandy breeze caresses my skin, and only solitude envelops me. Amidst the silence, the shooting stars falling through the starry sky in front of me rekindle beautiful memories of a pure and splendid past, healing my barren emotions with a warmth that comes from the center of my heart.

00:00:99:00

GOURMAND FLORAL

Free as a bird soaring between dense skyscrapers, my inner echo revels in the disorderly liberation of breaking down conventional wisdom and rules. It’s a moment of escapism—a moment of breaking free from the systems and bridles that bind mesotightly, a moment of wild imagination that shatters the refined order.

00:00:00:25

CHYPRE WOODY

Recalling a time of contemplation that began on my bed, filled with emptiness—a strange air enveloped me in a darkened alleyway. In a quarter of a second—at the end of a gaze—a memory begins as an unfamiliar afterimage that flickers relentlessly, seeps into an unknowable intimacy, and fades into the distance.