Inner Child

Crisp linen and bright bergamot open Inner Child with an almost laundry-fresh clarity, then softly yield to lily-of-the-valley and freesia—delicate, powdery florals that float like warmth against skin. Vanilla threads through the heart, grounding the flowers in something tender and lived-in. As it settles, birch and white wood emerge with a pale, woody dryness, while skin musk anchors everything in an intimate, almost bare-skinned comfort. There's an artlessness here—simple, unadorned, genuine.