TrudonHino

I remember a cold dark basement room with a small window, where a strip of light lightly blesses a chipped white medicine cabinet. I open the glass doors, and there is the scent of nostalgia: old plaster bandages, disinfectants, chamomile ointment,...

It’s probably entirely synthetic, but this CdG comes across as a playful, organic-smelling fragrance. The radish at the start unwraps a sharp freshness softened by the earth’s dampness.It is all wraped in one big clean cold pure water drop. I imagine...