Silverwheel

Since I dared my jump into the rabbit hole of fragrance arts 3 years ago, I was allowed to discover a lot. For a long time, all fragrances smelled the same to me - no matter what I sniffed in the standard perfumeries, everything was quasi "La Vie est Belle...

The sea air gently blows over my hair. Grains of sand caress and tickle my legs with every step over warm-wet sand. Every few seconds the waves wet my feet and wash gravel, shells and seaweed leaves to the beach. On the dunes, white flowers...