HELEN RICHARDSON

Soft and unsettled from the start, this scent feels like a thought that drifts in sideways and refuses to explain itself. It is quiet, observant, and a little out of step with the room, tuned to patterns other people do not notice.

Cypress – Cool and green, upright and watchful. Stillness and foresight, the sense of something standing just outside the present moment.

Citron – Bright and lightly bitter, clean without cheer. Sudden clarity, flashes of understanding that arrive without warning.

Crawling Ivy – Green and living, slow and persistent. Time looping back on itself, thoughts that wind and return whether invited or not.

Orange Blossom – Pale and softly sweet, almost fragile. Innocence and gentleness, beauty that exists alongside knowledge rather than in spite of it.

It leaves the impression of someone half in this world and half elsewhere, listening to truths that have not happened yet, and carrying them quietly, whether anyone believes her or not.