Blackwater

BlackwaterDark waters remember. This smells like black water. Water darkened by roots, wood, leaves, and time. The slow moving streams and flooded forests where water flows beneath the trees. The surface is dark Because the forest has lived inside it for a very long time. Blackwater is not ocean water. Not clean aquatic accords. Not blue fragrance chemistry pretending to be nature. Blackwater is water stained by the forest itself. Leaves. Roots. Wood. Rain.

Spice and petrichor

Experience the origin and its evolution side by side

Golden light from a distant torch

The forest is closer than you think

Standing where the forest has been left alone long enough to become itself again

The sweetness settles into something richer

The metallic edge threads through them instead of sitting above them

The surface is dark

all balanced by the grounding essence of Sandalwood and Cedar

There’s iron

Branches sway quietly overhead

Heart Notes: Bergamot