Ea

Ea opens with the cool, almost soapy brightness of water lily and narcissus, dusted by quince's subtle tartness. The heart dissolves into something ethereal—orchid petals softened by ozonic sea spray and mineral aquatics that feel less floral perfume and more like standing at the edge of a tidal pool. Beneath, musk and patchouli anchor the drift with skin-warm earthiness, grounding what threatened to float away entirely.