INCENSE STICKS / LAVENDER

PRODUCT INFORMATION

LAVENDER

Made in USA / Net: 30 Sticks / Burn time: approx. 50min per stick / Size: L 210mm / Box size: W55mm, H 240mm, D 25mm

NOTE

Lavender Leaf · Bitter Green Herbs · Cool Air
Lavender Flower · Sage · Dry Hay
Dry Woods · Soft Resin · Pale Smoke

The first impression is not floral.

It is the faint bitterness released from crushed lavender leaves and stems—cool, dry, and slightly green.

As the scent unfolds, the flowers begin to emerge.

Not sweet or overly floral, but lavender that has been left to dry in the air, softened by sage and dry hay.

Toward the end, the florals recede, leaving dry woods, warm resin, and the faintest trace of smoke.

Floral, never sweet.
Herbal, never sharp.
Dry, never austere.

THE SCENT

The evening light is beginning to fade.

The window is open, and the warmth of the day is slowly leaving the room.

A bundle of dried lavender rests on the table. As the air moves through it, the scent of flowers, leaves, and stems rises again—not the vivid fragrance of something freshly cut, but a quieter herbal character, mingled with dry wood, hay, and the residual warmth of plants that have been left in the sun.

An incense stick burns somewhere in the room.

The smoke is barely there.

Made for the hours after coming home and before the evening fully begins—for reading, writing, a glass of water or tea, or the quiet that follows dinner.

It is not meant to bring sleep closer.

It simply leaves a little space between day and night.

When the day is not quite over, and the night has yet to begin.

THE MEMORIES

There was once a bundle of lavender hanging by a window for a long time.

When it first arrived, the flowers were unmistakable.

Then the purple slowly faded. The petals dried, and the stems lost their green. It seemed the scent would disappear with them.

Instead, that was when it became most distinct.

Less flower. More leaf, dry hay, wood, and dust.

One evening, the window was left open.

The air moved through the room and brushed against the dried lavender, bringing the scent back for a moment.

Nothing in particular happened.

The light was fading.

The room was quiet.