Conifer needle
Vetiver
Bergamot
Conifer resin
Lapsang Souchong tea
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Shinrin Yoku in Oregon
"It is the scent of the coastal area, which is about 20 minutes from my home and has always been my main source of inspiration:
The aromatic pine needles, sun-warmed lichens, the dusty hiking trails, and countless streams and rivers. That’s why I wanted to create this scent - so that people from all over can experience Oregon's forests. It doesn’t last as long as I would like, and it doesn’t have a great development, but it remains true to the region.
That’s how I would categorize some of my fragrances.. They may not be the most wearable, but they transport."
(Translated quote from Lisa Lindner, from one of our many conversations. I am so glad to know you.)
About the scent:
Cascadia opens like a strong gust of wind sweeping through the branches of the trees and over the needle-covered forest floor. The spicy-menthol scent of fresh pine needles and resin-dripping bark rises to the nose and throat, revitalizing the skin and awakening the senses, as if one were walking through the shady forest on a hot summer day, consciously perceiving all the many impressions.
Running a hand over the gnarled trees and through the cool moss, looking up at the sky to observe the shadows and the dancing light between the swaying leaves, and crushing pine needles between the fingers to inhale the resinous sap that coats the fingertips like sticky honey.
As the sharp freshness subsides, a warm, sweet aroma spreads, reminiscent of ambered woods, roots and herbs, and the fruity-bitter scent of orange slices simmering in red wine.
I imagine an old, slightly crooked forest cabin standing in a lovely clearing. Smoke rises from the small chimney, and the wooden, somewhat rotten door covered in lichens stands ajar. I step inside. The room is dusty and run-down. Nevertheless, it is clear that the lodge was once very cozy and comfortably furnished. In the open fireplace stands an old cast-iron kettle. The fire has long since burned down. I step closer to the kettle and sniff. It is empty, but one can see that various (wine-based) herbal brews have been prepared in it. Over the years, a (blackened) layer of herbal and spice residues has formed, emitting a spicy-earthy and slightly sweet scent.
I end my day in the forest and walk across the open field back home. A few times, a delicate, menthol-harsh scent wafts from my sticky fingers and the pine twigs that have gotten caught in my hair into my nose. It was lovely!
The aromatic pine needles, sun-warmed lichens, the dusty hiking trails, and countless streams and rivers. That’s why I wanted to create this scent - so that people from all over can experience Oregon's forests. It doesn’t last as long as I would like, and it doesn’t have a great development, but it remains true to the region.
That’s how I would categorize some of my fragrances.. They may not be the most wearable, but they transport."
(Translated quote from Lisa Lindner, from one of our many conversations. I am so glad to know you.)
About the scent:
Cascadia opens like a strong gust of wind sweeping through the branches of the trees and over the needle-covered forest floor. The spicy-menthol scent of fresh pine needles and resin-dripping bark rises to the nose and throat, revitalizing the skin and awakening the senses, as if one were walking through the shady forest on a hot summer day, consciously perceiving all the many impressions.
Running a hand over the gnarled trees and through the cool moss, looking up at the sky to observe the shadows and the dancing light between the swaying leaves, and crushing pine needles between the fingers to inhale the resinous sap that coats the fingertips like sticky honey.
As the sharp freshness subsides, a warm, sweet aroma spreads, reminiscent of ambered woods, roots and herbs, and the fruity-bitter scent of orange slices simmering in red wine.
I imagine an old, slightly crooked forest cabin standing in a lovely clearing. Smoke rises from the small chimney, and the wooden, somewhat rotten door covered in lichens stands ajar. I step inside. The room is dusty and run-down. Nevertheless, it is clear that the lodge was once very cozy and comfortably furnished. In the open fireplace stands an old cast-iron kettle. The fire has long since burned down. I step closer to the kettle and sniff. It is empty, but one can see that various (wine-based) herbal brews have been prepared in it. Over the years, a (blackened) layer of herbal and spice residues has formed, emitting a spicy-earthy and slightly sweet scent.
I end my day in the forest and walk across the open field back home. A few times, a delicate, menthol-harsh scent wafts from my sticky fingers and the pine twigs that have gotten caught in my hair into my nose. It was lovely!
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