Ennéadas

Ennéadas opens with iris—powdery, almost dusty, with a whisper of green stem cutting through. The iris holds for a breath before red cedar arrives underneath, warm and dry, its woody grain deepening into something almost resinous. Between them sits a quiet, intimate space: the iris softens against cedar's steady warmth, neither dominating, both refusing to fade. A fragrance built on restraint and the space between two voices.