The deep red sky bids farewell to the sun in the sea. I am parched and dance through the rain for a while longer. I stare at bare branches, their leaves long asleep in winter. I am charged by the noise of the silent nights and see the restless hand moving round and round. Like a runner who can't find the end of the cinder track.
I am already screaming, but nobody hears me. I fall silent in my own silence and search in vain for a centre to encourage me. I decide to let go, to surrender to my inner, powerfully tender scream. I can hear it. Only me. And it calms me down. He smiles at me. I smile back.
Inspired by four almost identical world-famous paintings, the expressionist fragrance is characterised by loud contrasts with Nordic clarity. Skrik, the scream, stirs and comforts at the same time with gentle vanilla - an olfactory painting of the soul.
Leng note: ‘Rough cedar’
Iso E Super, hedione, petitgrain, sandalwood
Ling note: ‘Soft vanilla’
Vanilla, lavandin grosso, tonka, musk