What got kept.
Origin, the scents, carried things. New ones added when there is something worth writing. No marketing.
Notes on Naoko.
First snow, no footprints yet.
Notes on Klara.
A patience held toward the sun.
Notes on Nedra.
An afternoon that does not end.
Notes on Solo.
A face turned to bare stone.
Notes on Curfew.
London, an hour after the lamps.
Notes on Divisadero.
The high place one looks out from.
The manifest and the bookplate
Every bottle ships with a name on it, and we built two ways to say whose name it is. The first is the Manifest — the house default, and the...
What a cabinet is for
Long before it was a piece of furniture in a bedroom, an armario — the Spanish word, worn down in Filipino usage to almario — was closer to what we'd...
In residence this week
The homepage changes every time you load it, except when it doesn't. Most weeks, one scent from the range sits in the frame under the words "in residence this week"...
Six books, six words
Here is the honest version, because the honest version is the only one we're interested in telling. We do not blend these fragrances. We didn't train as perfumers, we don't...
Sangley
Before it was a name we didn't use, Sangley was a place — the point of land on Manila Bay where, for a few hundred years, traders from Fujian came...
The photograph
A mother and a father, two sons. Nobody in the photograph is posing for anything — it is 1982, film, the color already starting to go warm the way film...