SOFT MAYHEM

Outside, the densely swaying branches of an apple tree negotiate with the afternoon rays. They penetrate the foliage, bend, and capture everything inside the room.

In their own way, they want to caress the open page of a diary. They explore the fading clippings, follow a line in progress, searching for a connection between half-open scissors and a quill.

They want to warm, but don’t know how much sweetness is here. They don’t know how cozy it is to curl up in a blanket at dusk, or how comforting a thick caramel cake can be. They will never understand the rough wooden chair and the gentle sway of it. And though they return here every day, they will never grasp what being here means to you.

„…a fragrance that writes the coziest diary pages.“