My Past Selves Flowers

The first bouquet arrives only when you can no longer hold it. TOSKOVAT' My Past Selves Flowers smells of a cold kiss, marble that seals the last wish, and flowers that continue life from decay.

Snakefruit, mangosteen, and genmaicha tea open the extrait with an unusual fruity, tart, and roasted aroma. Nicotiana alata, bromeliads, and ginseng root immediately spread a botanical world that is not a neat garden but a living herbarium.

Grape seeds, opium, azalea, and peony introduce bitterness, dizziness, and soft petals. Devilwood and hojicha tea darken the heart, while the underground orchid Rhizanthella and red dead-nettle bring the flowers closer to the earth.

David-Lev Jipa-Slivinschi writes about love, sorrow, and his own last tomorrow. The body becomes the soil from which flowers grow; the hope is that future generations will give bouquets to loved ones before it's too late.

Natural oud, nag champa, frankincense, dragon's blood, agarwood, halmaddi, and hydrocarbon resin build a dense, ritualistic base. The earth remains moist and dark, but flowers continue to emerge from it.

My Past Selves Flowers is not a bouquet of mourning placed in a vase. It is an underground orchid among earth, hojicha, nag champa, oud, and dragon's blood — flowers that finally arrive, then leave the grave to go towards the living.