Conifer needle
Vetiver
Bergamot
Conifer resin
Lapsang Souchong tea08/26/2025
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Shinrin Yoku (森林浴)
"It's the scent of the coastline, which is about 20 minutes from where I live 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 make this scent - so people from all over could experience Oregon's forests. It doesn't last as long as I would like, and it doesn't have great development, but it stays true to the region.
That's how I would categorize some of my fragrances. They may not be the most wearable, but they are transporting."
(Translated quote from Lisa Lindner, from one of our many conversations. I am so happy to know you)
About the fragrance:
Cascadia opens like a strong gust of wind that sweeps through the branches of the trees and over the needle-covered forest floor. The spicy, minty scent of warm pine needles and resinous, dripping bark rises to your nose and throat, revitalizes your skin and invigorates your senses, as if you were walking through the shady forest on a hot summer's day, consciously taking in the many impressions.
Run your hand over the gnarled trees and through the cool moss, look up at the sky to observe the shadows and the dancing light between the waving leaves and crush pine needles between your fingers to inhale the resinous sap that coats your fingertips like sticky honey.
As soon as the pungent freshness subsides, a warm, sweet aroma takes over, reminiscent of ambered woods, roots and herbs, and the fruity, tart scent of orange slices simmering in red wine.
I imagine an old, somewhat crooked forest hut standing in a pretty clearing. Smoke rises from the small chimney and the wooden door, somewhat rotten and covered in lichen, is ajar. I step inside. The room is dusty and run-down. Nevertheless, you can tell that the lodge was once very cozy and comfortable. There is an old cast-iron kettle in the open fireplace. The fire has long since burnt down. I step closer to the kettle and take a sniff. It's empty, but you can see that many a (wine-based) herbal brew has been prepared in it. Over the years, similar to a traditionally used teapot, a (blackened) layer of herbal and spice residue has formed, giving off a spicy, earthy and slightly sweet scent.
I end my day in the forest and walk back home across the open field. A few more times, a delicate, mentholated, resinous scent wafts into my nose from my sticky fingers and the pine sticks that have got caught in my hair. It was lovely! I'm already looking forward to my next trip into the exciting forests of Oregon.
The aromatic pine needles, sun-warmed lichens, the dusty hiking trails, and countless streams and rivers. That's why I wanted to make this scent - so people from all over could experience Oregon's forests. It doesn't last as long as I would like, and it doesn't have great development, but it stays true to the region.
That's how I would categorize some of my fragrances. They may not be the most wearable, but they are transporting."
(Translated quote from Lisa Lindner, from one of our many conversations. I am so happy to know you)
About the fragrance:
Cascadia opens like a strong gust of wind that sweeps through the branches of the trees and over the needle-covered forest floor. The spicy, minty scent of warm pine needles and resinous, dripping bark rises to your nose and throat, revitalizes your skin and invigorates your senses, as if you were walking through the shady forest on a hot summer's day, consciously taking in the many impressions.
Run your hand over the gnarled trees and through the cool moss, look up at the sky to observe the shadows and the dancing light between the waving leaves and crush pine needles between your fingers to inhale the resinous sap that coats your fingertips like sticky honey.
As soon as the pungent freshness subsides, a warm, sweet aroma takes over, reminiscent of ambered woods, roots and herbs, and the fruity, tart scent of orange slices simmering in red wine.
I imagine an old, somewhat crooked forest hut standing in a pretty clearing. Smoke rises from the small chimney and the wooden door, somewhat rotten and covered in lichen, is ajar. I step inside. The room is dusty and run-down. Nevertheless, you can tell that the lodge was once very cozy and comfortable. There is an old cast-iron kettle in the open fireplace. The fire has long since burnt down. I step closer to the kettle and take a sniff. It's empty, but you can see that many a (wine-based) herbal brew has been prepared in it. Over the years, similar to a traditionally used teapot, a (blackened) layer of herbal and spice residue has formed, giving off a spicy, earthy and slightly sweet scent.
I end my day in the forest and walk back home across the open field. A few more times, a delicate, mentholated, resinous scent wafts into my nose from my sticky fingers and the pine sticks that have got caught in my hair. It was lovely! I'm already looking forward to my next trip into the exciting forests of Oregon.
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