Like This

This woman is on a journey, a quest to discover the answer to that eternal mystery – where is love? She peels away the layers of her private needs, her personal longings. She follows an instinctive path, to that place where now meets then, and she recognizes that the answer was there all along. And how does it feel, to find the scent that brings you home? Like this.

Composition: 
Yellow tangerine, ginger, immortal flower, Moroccan Neroli, Grasse rose, vetiver, heliotrope, musks...

THE VOICE OF TILDA SWINTON READING THE POEM "LIKE THIS"

 

LIKE THIS, THE STORY...

I have never been a one for scents in bottles. The great Sufi poet Rumi wrote : If anyone wants to know what «spirit» is, or what «God’s fragrance» means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close. Like this.
This is possibly my favourite poem of all time. It restores me like the smoke/rain/gingerbread/ greenhouse my scent-sense is fed by.
It is a poem about simplicity, about human-scaled miracles. About trust. About home. In my fantasy there is a lost chapter of Alice in Wonderland - after the drink saying Drink Me, after the cake pleading Eat Me - where the adventuring, alien, Alice, way down the rabbit hole, far from the familiar and maybe somewhat homesick - comes upon a modest glass with a ginger stem reaching down into a pale golden scent that humbly suggests : Like This... Tilda Swinton