Some days, we have to wear our favourite

I struggle to describe Benjoin Bohème. It speaks to my soul from a place that seems to exist beyond words. As a homage to benzoin, it’s a deeply resinous experience - rich, golden, and luminescent - making me feel as though an ancient, mystical forest has somehow been distilled into perfume.

Candlelight illuminating dark wooden beams. An old family portrait captured in sepia. There’s a nostalgia here that feels embedded within my consciousness, yet simultaneously just out of reach, as though I’m remembering something that belongs to a time before my own.

Isn’t it strange that I can feel myself tearing up as I write this? I think it is. But perhaps that also confirms, from some primal, emotional place beyond my control, just how incredibly special this perfume is to me.