Aromatique Room Sprays
The first permanent releases of their kind in our range for the home, Istros, Cythera and Olous are individualistic scents conceived as stimulations to redefine the physical space that surrounds us.
Just as each Aromatique Room Spray unfurls in a melody of top, heart and base notes, composer and musician Jesse Paris Smith has created three distinctive tracks to narrate the shifting journey.
A union of enlivening florals and smoky Tobacco, underscored by the embrace of Sandalwood.
Istros is a scent of what has been left behind: a street baked by heat during the day, cooled at night; tendrils of tobacco smoke long dispersed; bazaars that bear the etchings of commerce, commotion and carnival. But more than this, it is a communion with the creative spirits who have journeyed through—an energy distilled from their traces.
Inspired by its stimulating aroma, Istros’s musical expression features haunting cello and percussive rhythms that fade ghost-like, in and out. Just as the scent unites Pink Pepper, Lavender and Tobacco, each layer builds to a crescendo, slightly off-kilter.
A veil of Geranium and Incense, lent symmetry by woody Patchouli and the warmth of Myrrh.
Cythera conjures a moonlit garden as vespertine flowers relax their petals and nocturnal animals emerge from sleep. Drawing us into the present, an atmosphere of reverence is stirred as darkness returns. The air in this space holds a delicate aroma woven with the memory of the day, and the promise of the evening ahead.
Embracing the nighttime passage of Cythera’s aroma, the velvet clarinet breathes out like a note of floral Neroli; a tremor of cello returns in kind. Set above cricket song recorded in Brisbane, Australia, piano is laid bare.
A blend of citrus botanicals, balanced by breaking waves of Cedar and the refreshing spice of Cardamom.
Just as words are born of our breath, Olous rouses an exhalation of clipped, green aroma. Boundless as it is, nature makes its presence felt inside the home—stillness ensues. The environment is redefined to an elemental time, when life was all silence—pleasantly devoid of the babble of phone chatter, or the burring hum of the mechanical.
Recorded in its entirety at a church in New York, Olous’s reviving aroma is translated musically through glass marimba, piano and sounded crystal bowls. Swells of melodic cello activate discretely, like bright notes of Grapefruit and Galbanum.
‘But I am not now / That which I have been.‘