four scents that felt like something I wore before I came back to myself

Sweet without being loud. Tropical in the way a memory is tropical, not a candle. The vanilla musk here sits underneath the fruit notes and that's the part that kept me.

Stays warm.

The amber reads darker than I expected. There's a warmth here that isn't soft exactly - it has some weight to it, an oriental depth that doesn't announce itself until you've been wearing it for an hour. I don't know. maybe that's the point.

I kept reaching for this one on the days I had nothing to say.

Wood and sweet and something slightly unplaceable. It works in the morning and it works at ten at night and I never know exactly why something like that earns a place on the shelf but this one did.

Signed without a signature.

Four small bottles. The kind of set you tell yourself is just for travel and then you find yourself rotating through it at home, week after week. Fruity, floral, vanilla - each one sits in a slightly different mood and somehow all of them feel like the same person wearing them.

Which is either nothing or everything.