Time wears memories thin, yet a single scent can bring a moment rushing back. Ash to Ash is built around that stubborn remainder, the ember that has not quite gone out.
Pink pepper's bright prickle and the dry, herbal note of thyme scatter a trace of spice through the air. Incense and cypress follow, pairing fine smoke with the clean bitterness of conifer, a haze that seems to drift in from somewhere far away.
Beneath them lie vetiver's earthy root, the resin of frankincense and the damp shadow of oakmoss. Like a secret never told to anyone, the outline loosens while the impression stays.
