oud, light through trees, cool, dark, green earth, classic

masculine

Ever Open Paths
The forest medicine of Komorebi whispers of pathways forever unfolding. Stand at the forest’s edge and soften your gaze. Notice the light streaming through the trees, illuminating the spaces in between… not in one beam, but in countless openings, each an invitation.

As you enter, a tree may rise before you — a seemingly immovable barrier. And yet, if you yield to the pulse of life, letting the shafts of light guide you, your body finds its own response: turning, climbing, sliding, pausing. Perhaps you stop for a breath, to take in the beauty of what first appeared as an obstacle — the strength of its trunk, the fragrance of its bark, the perfect symmetry of its leaves. Then you move on.

There is no thinking of “what comes next,” only responding to what is revealed, moment by moment, as trees and light open the way. You attune to your animal body for it knows when to turn, leap, and rest. It is guided by an older rhythm- one which pulses through everything that is. This forest is your life. Komorebi is the ever-open pathway with light itself illuminating the journey forward.

dark and light, dreamy, sandalwood, musky, distinctive

unisex

Transformation Within the Dream
You dream of things unseen — a love, a place, a state of being you can almost taste. Within you, it waits, shimmering behind the veil of what has already fallen away or is in the process of doing.

Inwardly, you feel the death of what no longer belongs: a chapter which no longer fits your skin. We die a thousand invisible deaths across a lifetime, and yet life always re-creates in secret, away from the gaze of the world. The mystery of what comes next cannot be rushed. And yet, you know — emergence is inevitable.

Life has shown you enough cycles to trust the mystery. Surrender, as you wrap yourself in creation’s embrace, allowing the unseen dream to transform you. Within the hidden womb of creation, preparing its next bloom, there is new life already forming. Chrysalis is the fertile vessel for such thresholds — the unseen chamber where the future ripens and the soul weaves wings in silence.

For now… simply enter.

sweet, deep, gentle fire, cacao, amber, floral, romantic

feminine

Warmth of the Beloved
Once upon a time, winters hushed the world into stillness, for this is a season when nature slows and the soul naturally draws inward just as do the plants and trees. Kerido says- return to this place in time…

Outside, the world is dark and silent; within, the room is softened by flickering flame. Here in the time of firelight — the hearth glowing, a handmade blanket around your shoulders, rocking in a chair carved by hands long past. This blanket of winter is a sacred place to commune with the warmth of the Beloved — the One who made the fire, the snow, the moon, and the hum of your soul. Before the hypnotic dance of flame, you sense the oneness of creation. Before the warmth of a sacred fire, a pure presence is summoned… the Beloved. The one who fashioned winter’s quiet, the one who hums in your heartbeat and lingers in the smoke of the flame. Before the dance of firelight, you feel it — an intimacy vast as creation, tender as tears.

Here, you whisper your prayers and feel them answered in the warmth that rises within: a presence both intimate and eternal. The Beloved is not distant. The Beloved is here — in every snowflake, in every rising sun, in the stillness between. By the fire, you know…The Beloved is within and around you — in the breath, the heartbeat, the snowflake, the rising sun, in the very fibers of life. Here, by the fire, the Beloved speaks your name, and you know you must Be-loved.