Cloud Collection (No.2)

Basil's peppery green character floods the opening with immediate presence, its anise-touched edges sharp and slightly savoury. Within moments, the citrus accord materialises not as brightness but as crystalline clarity, cutting through the herbal base like morning light through frost. You're caught between herb garden and something altogether more synthetic, more peculiar—the olfactory equivalent of standing between two spaces.

The florals emerge with surprising restraint, the jasmine offering its characteristically warm embrace whilst magnolia's cool, almost medicinal presence tempers any sweetness. The woody notes crescendo here, binding everything into a cohesive whole, and the marine synthetics begin their work—creating an impression of freshness that feels almost oceanic, though nothing remotely aquatic exists on paper. The composition settles into something contemplative and architecturally precise, neither floral nor fresh but both simultaneously.

What remains is largely the white musk and woody base, stripped of florality, closer to a second skin than a fragrance. The synthetic marine notes persist as a faint atmospheric quality—a whisper of something cool and intangible. The projection fades considerably, becoming introspective rather than projective, until it's barely more than a subtle woody-musk whisper that asks to be discovered rather than announced.