We didn't set out to make perfume.
What began as a move away from the city became something quieter, slower, and far more profound. We left behind noise and haste and found ourselves in North Wales — where the land opens out, the sea presses in, the lakes stand still and the air itself seems to carry memory.
Here, scent is everywhere. Salt carried on the wind. Wet stone after rain. Crushed pine underfoot. Warm earth, cold mornings, wild grasses, distant smoke.