For those who love to travel in the silence of details.

A fragrance that holds your breath, like the silence preceding a ritual gesture. It evokes wood polished by time, extinguished incense, and the soft whisper of silk on cool tatami mats. The bitter notes of black tea emerge slowly, tempered by the delicate scent of flowers that last a season. It is the austere freshness of a barely glimpsed garden, of sacred orange peels absentmindedly touched, of subtle shadows lengthened by a distant moon. Kyoto is the refined and elusive essence of what remains, when time and gesture dissolve into pure memory.