EDITH CUSHING

Quiet and pale at first, like light through lace curtains on a cold morning. This scent feels thoughtful and observant, gentle on the surface but threaded with curiosity and steel, the kind that notices everything and refuses to look away from the truth.

Iris - Soft and powdery, cool and composed. Sensitivity paired with restraint, grace that holds steady under pressure.

White Tea - Clean and calming, lightly aromatic. Thoughtfulness and clarity, the calm that comes from paying close attention.

Old Books - Dry paper and worn bindings, faintly dusty. Stories, memory, and the weight of the past pressing close.

Fresh Paper - Crisp and bright, almost sharp. New words waiting to be written, possibility edged with resolve.

Neroli - Light and luminous, gently citrus-floral. Hope and warmth, optimism that persists even in dark places.

Clove - Warm and quietly spicy beneath everything else. Unease and determination, the hint that sweetness is not the whole story.

Vanilla - Soft and comforting, never sugary. Kindness and heart, the part of her that remains open despite everything.

It feels like Edith Cushing standing at the threshold of her own story, observant, brave, and unwilling to let the past swallow her whole.