This bottle tells a story of a search for meaning.
Not the kind found in revelation, but in erosion. In stillness. In letting the noise fall away.
Lost in a Desert is a meditation on disorientation, beauty, and the spaces between. It doesn't bloom—it lingers. It doesn’t answer—it asks. Built from dry iris roots, faint traces of cardamom, and a gentle brush of sunwarmed peach skin, this scent moves like wind over cracked earth: sparse, soft, unforgettable.
Hints of powder and parchment rise from iris and wood, as if memory itself had texture. A dusty floral that never becomes floral. A sweetness that never quite ripens. Worn, this scent sits close to the skin—like breath, like grief, like a secret you’ve never spoken aloud.
Olfactive profile
Top: Peach skin, cardamom
Heart: Dry iris, hay absolute
Base: Pale woods, suede, a whisper of warmth from deep within
Not every scent is made to be understood.
Some are meant to be lived with.
Lost in a Desert is not about being found.
It’s about the sacredness of not knowing.
