Gavi

Think:
Moss under bare feet. Pale morning light filtering through tall trees. Cool air carrying resin, leaves, and distant wildflowers. A forest that feels alive, watching gently. Timeless. Clean. Enchanted.

Intent:
For wandering without needing to arrive.

Description:
‘Gavi’ feels like entering a living forest. It is an imaginary accord of what it would feel like to stand amidst blooming Neelkuranjini flowers: a sensory marvel that occurs once in 12 years!
It opens forest core — dew on leaves, crushed stems, the breath of trees waking at dawn, post rain mud, ferns. But it isn’t truly fougere.

As it settles, the scent softens into something quietly magical. Resinous woods hum beneath fresh greenery, balanced by a faint floral whisper that feels wild, not cultivated. Think almost-fougere but with multiple dimensions: earthy, woody, deep.

It wears close and clean, like nature remembered rather than worn.
Like paths only some people notice.
Like stillness that feels sacred.

Ethereal. Grounded. Elvish.