Nirmal

Nirmal unfolds as something almost edible—carrot's green sweetness arrests first, then softens into violet and iris, those powdery florals catching light like dust motes. The heart settles into an earthy whisper of iris root before amber and cedar emerge beneath, warm and resinous, grounding everything in a gentle amber haze touched with subtle sweetness. It reads clean without austerity, botanical without green severity.