PRODUCT INFORMATION

STONE BLOOM

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

NOTE

Wet Stone · Green Stem · Cool Air
Lotus · Pale Rose · Soft Spice
Agarwood · Damp Woods · Gentle Resin

The first impression is what remains after water leaves the surface of stone.

Cool, damp, and faintly mineral, with the slight green bitterness of stems. It is less an aquatic note than the quiet air found between wet stone and living plants.

As the scent unfolds, the flowers begin to appear.

Lotus remains light and restrained. Rose lends only the softness of petals, while a trace of spice passes through the composition, keeping the florals from becoming too gentle or sweet.

Toward the end, the moisture slowly settles.

Agarwood, damp woods, and softened resin remain in the air, like a layer of shadow beneath the flowers and stone.

Clear, never thin.
Floral, never sweet.
Damp, never cold.

THE SCENT

Water has just passed over stone.

The pale grey surface is still wet, with narrow traces of water slowly moving downward. Plants emerge from the spaces between the stones, their stems and leaves close to the water, with a few pale flowers resting among them.

The air is cool.

There is little wind. Only the moisture left behind by water, stone, and plants.

The scent rises slowly from this kind of space.

At first, mineral and green notes appear. The flowers come later, quiet and restrained. Nothing rushes to fill the room. Flower, wood, and moisture remain slightly apart from one another.

Made for early mornings, after rain, or quiet afternoons when you need a little distance from noise and information.

For reading, tea, putting a room back in order, or simply sitting by a window.

It does not make the room softer.

It simply brings overlooked details back into focus.

THE MEMORIES

There was once a quiet courtyard with a scent like this.

The ground had just been washed with water.

The stones were darker than usual. A few plants grew along the wall, with drops of water still resting on their leaves. There were flowers nearby, though I no longer remember what they were, or whether they were even in bloom.

Only the scent remains.

Something floral, but not entirely.

Wet stone. The green trace left behind by a broken stem. Wood softened by moisture.

There was no reason to stop then.

So I kept walking.

Years later, when something similar returned in the air, the place came back without warning.

Not the colour of the flowers.

Not the shape of the courtyard.

Only the water that had not yet dried, and the stone still wet beneath it.