Chi is an olfactory cosmology, born of the celestial textures in Ursa Major yet grounded in the primal soil beneath our feet. It begins with an intoxicating alchemy of Guatemalan coffee bean, Piedmont almond, milk, and Turkish caramel, a morning ritual at the edge of night. This gourmand overture opens a portal between the everyday and the infinite. In its heart lies a “robust fragility”, a tapestry woven from Haitian vanilla bean, Indian patchouli, Cambodian oud, and the almost mythic embrace of Alba white truffle.
Here, luxury meets earth in a philosophical dance: indulgence tempered by umami, sweetness balanced by subterranean echoes.
Finally, the base Indian oud, Cypriol, tonka bean, vanilla flowers, caramel, vetiver descends like cosmic dust settling onto skin. It is the gravity of memory, the weight of presence, the quiet echo of a star’s collapse.
Chi is an olfactory cosmology, born of the celestial textures in Ursa Major yet grounded in the primal soil beneath our feet. It begins with an intoxicating alchemy of Guatemalan coffee bean, Piedmont almond, milk, and Turkish caramel, a morning ritual at the edge of night. This gourmand overture opens a portal between the everyday and the infinite. In its heart lies a “robust fragility”, a tapestry woven from Haitian vanilla bean, Indian patchouli, Cambodian oud, and the almost mythic embrace of Alba white truffle.
Here, luxury meets earth in a philosophical dance: indulgence tempered by umami, sweetness balanced by subterranean echoes.
Finally, the base Indian oud, Cypriol, tonka bean, vanilla flowers, caramel, vetiver descends like cosmic dust settling onto skin. It is the gravity of memory, the weight of presence, the quiet echo of a star’s collapse.
