The Eleven

They are not variations. Each one was made to be someone, and each one is in conversation with at least one other.

Some of them will not suit you. That is the point of there being eleven.

• 0003 Absorbed She does not sit on the skin. After a few days she is no longer separate from the clothes — she has become part of them.
• 0007 Gravitas He has never needed to raise his voice. An orchid drawn from somewhere cold, and the weight that only time in the bottle can give.
• 0008 Ancien He does not belong to the present. An ancient rainforest after rain — hazelnut and almond wood, trees that have stood for centuries, and a piano no one has played in a very long time.
• 0009 Vanilla Embrace She is the reason people stay. Vanilla grown in a field of old red mountain roses, until the two could not be told apart.
• 0014 Bower An orchard in the late afternoon — white roses, red roses, Arabian jasmine — and nothing required of her but to stand in it.
• 0015 Chosen Dusk She did not arrive by accident. The evening was chosen, the hour was chosen, and so was this.
• 0022 Nocturne Aged fermented grape, cherry, strawberry — a combination that should not hold together, and does. She is not for everyone, and she knows it.
• 0023 Smolder Cuban cigar, bee honey, burnt oud, sandalwood. Warmth with an edge to it, and a depth that never presses down.
• 0024 Alba Cold air before sunrise. Green apple and green grape aged in wooden crates. He has not decided anything yet, and that is the whole of him.
• 0025 Limpid Vanilla with sweet sea water, or with rain. Clean, and nothing else asked of it.
• 0032 Oud Khalifa Arabian oud brought together with a refined bergamot and mint. Composed, and it suits every man who wears it.