Kylesa

Hearts that are broken.
Lips that taste of tears.
Thoughts full of longing.
Searching for warmth.
Days and nights lost and wandering.
Swallowed by the darkness.

Two souls destined for each other, who found each other.
The female soul is bright and delicate. Enveloped by flowers and bergamot. Gently powdery...seductive and radiant.

The masculine soul is infused with warm spices that meld with the scent of tobacco and dark earth. Wild and mossy tart.

L'amour ....are these two souls.
They have found each other and united they become an indescribably magical moment of love.

From the beginning I was influenced by the world of fragrances.
My dad has worn Pour un Homme de Caron for at least 60 years. My mom always had several perfumes like, Youth-Dew, Mitsouko and lastly L'eau d'issey. My aunt used to wear shalimar ~ by the gallon. And my grandpa only went out Old Spice

So I decided to create my own perfume when I was about 4 or 5 years old.
With a preserving jar from grandma's pantry, I made my way to the garden.
Fir needles, grass, moss, rose petals, violets and countless other flowers were collected. I also think I picked some blueberries from the bushes. Everything was put into the glass and filled up with some water. I put it in the sun and waited ...
The disappointment was then very great.
It smelled musty, like tilted water and musty greenery. Unsustainable!

Later, in the middle of the eighties, my mom gave me this little black mini bottle. What a surprise! Just like that! My very first perfume! Balahé!
I was so proud and so in love with that scent. Fruity, sparkling dew moistened, like after a warm summer rain. Rays of sunlight that break through and merge with countless sweet flowers. Seductively warm spices hang in the air and unite with soft vanilla.
The Mini Flakönchen was emptied sparingly, always only a small drop.
Now it has not been produced for a long time, but it remains in our thoughts, memories and hearts.
That's how it was... and that's how it'll always be!
Balahé

Dense dark green, gently floating.
Warm fusing in light and shade.

A small inconspicuous path.
Slowly and carefully I follow him into the dark green of the forest.
Tender sunbeams gently touch the forest floor.
The scent of soft lavender, herbs, leaves and moss.
Of black earth and mushrooms.
Of needles and resins.
I am surrounded by bark, old wood and soft green.
Quiet rustling of the treetops and gentle whispering of hidden voices in nowhere.
Looks that haunt me. Undiscovered and yet to be felt.
Goose bumps.
I'll sit under one of the oldest of the trees.
Quietly he tells me about past events, here in the forest.
Of dark powers and ancient witchcraft.
At night, when everything is quiet and time stands still.
He whispers quietly of ancient rituals. Of black and white magic that almost seemed forgotten.
And while I'm sitting there listening to the old stories. I think...
Is it the magic of nature or the scent that captures us.
Is it the warmth of the sun that makes us smile.
Or the silence of the night and the cold that freezes us.
It's the thoughts of old witchcraft.
The unbelievable that we don't see. But that surrounds us and makes us feel the magic.
Is it the magic in our dreams or the reality, to grasp close.
Or just the magic of a thought.

Häxan gently touches your soul. Wraps you with magic power.
The soft green veil of the fragrance seems to enchant you.
Häxan makes you feel the magic in yourself. Always a little different and from different angles.
Unique.

Häxan.

Their countless violet flowers and umbels sway gently in the warm wind.
Like a sea of gentle waves. Bewitching, aware of her beauty.
The light is immersed in an unreally iridescent violet dark atmosphere.
The horizon is black.
Deep black clouds hang almost motionless in the sky and create a gloomy mood.
There are so many wildflowers along the way. They stretch their heads expectantly to the sky.
Small filigree flowers of chamomile gently exude their scent.
The dried grasses, burned by the sun, rustling quietly and steadily.
Its fragrance now blends gently with that of wildflowers, stretching and that of lavender.
Wetted with wafer-thin blossom honey, this dark, almost dark, warm fragrance is in the air.

Lavender Noir shows me exactly this picture. Gives me that feeling.
The humid warm wind that carries this indescribable and beautiful dark lavender scent.
On a hot summer day.
Just before... it rains.


Lavender Noir.

I thank Fluxit very much for this experience.

I'm sitting on this old bench, wrapped in a warm rug.
I look out through the window and observe the events of nature.
The winter storm rages across the country with its brute force.
White crowns can be seen on the sea.
The howling of the wind, miserable this afternoon.
Thunderous rumbling of the waves, wild and merciless, meet the black beach of Reynisfjara.

I feel safe in the shelter of the hut.
In the fireplace the flames of the fire sparkle and warm the room.
Gently soft warm scent of sandalwood, vanilla and fine spices lie in the air. Fragrant resins flowing, from the warm and burning woods, give a homely beautiful feeling of satisfaction.

And then it's suddenly quiet!
The storm has died down and on the horizon the cloud cover rips open for a short moment. The setting sun flashes out and bathes everything in a gently warm shimmering light, mysterious.
I feel a gentle embrace of nature.
A soft touch of my soul.

Embers has enchanted me with his warming softness. And yet it is also powerful and holds secrets. Embers shines in the most beautiful amber colors and gives a protective feeling.
Sandalwood I've never seen so beautifully. The notes of soft vanilla and deep, warm, sparkling resins are interspersed. Delicate spices give Embers a mysterious shine.

Amber shimmering light surrounds me.

Embers.