Mammal

Notes

Top
Cherry, Champagne

Middle
Cotton Sheets, Cinnamon, Frankincense

Base
Cypress, Juniper, Vetiver
Volume

Mammal

The door has closed and already the room has changed shape. A moment ago it was full - now it is only air, and the smell of memory rising off the sheets like incense. Some animal part of you is still lit up - still tasting the champagne gone flat, the cherry-dark warmth and cinnamon heat that rose when they were near.

The elation has nowhere to go now and it curls into something sacred and aching - frankincense in an empty room, devotion with no one left to receive it. The silence is loud. The cushion still holds their shape. Outside, the cypress sway swallowing the sound of fading footsteps, and the stillness of the room closes over like a held breath.

So you stay. Full and hollow at once. Staring at the empty bottle, the cherry pits, the warm hollow in the cotton — already counting, without meaning to, the hours until you might feel this again.