No. 101 – bottling the ethereal, fresh green scent of the herbaceous backyards of Reykjavík. The short summers in this Nordic country are made longer by the 24 hours of light. Soaking up the 4 AM rays of radiant sunshine while the smells and sounds of the season breathe life into the heart of the city. And as soon as people fall in love with the warm weather, summer quickly fades to winter's frozen grasp. 

No. 101 Scent Poem
Weathered garden chairs stacked against the wall
A flower pot filled with rain and cigarette butts
sits on the uprooted pavement now swallowed by chervil
Echoes of a nearby party
Fingers digging up sorrel and dandelions
Freshly fallen snow
On a forgotten trampoline
Black currants fall from bare branches, one by one

Key fragrance notes
Chervil, Arctic Angelica, Black Currant, Withered Grass, Bergamot, Cottonwood, Poplar Pine, Red Sorrel