Smells like snowfall, satellites, and a solar storm wrapped in frost.
When the satellites fall, you will remember the taste of black tea in the forest.
“The woolen monster came to my window in the snowstorm and said, ‘Nice choice.’”
“Smells like nostalgia and planetary collapse.”
“Every time I spray it, a satellite crashes gently into the fjord.”
50ml Eau de Parfum – Fimbulvetr