Cloud Essence

Something in the sky hands down a cup of warm milk.

A candy-floss forest under soft pastel colours, and Eva walking into it. Mimosa sits powdery over the tops. The tall trees sway and give off sweetness, with sandalwood and musk weighting that down. A river runs alongside, its surface shining like satin.

Milk and rice powder are the river. Fingers dipped in come back with the creamy water rippling into a star, then a serene face, each shape holding a second and going. Coriander cuts one cool green line through it. Something soft comes down out of the sky with a cup in it, whispering that this is what tranquillity is made of. The oasis it opens holds until the pastels come back. The taste of warm milk is still on the lip in bed. That is the vanilla.

NEYDO works from a single source: the olfactory dream. Smell during sleep is rare, and when it happens it arrives at an intensity waking life does not reach. The house collects accounts of it from anyone who will send one, keeps them in a living archive, and passes some of them to a working nose to be translated into something that can be worn on skin.

The credit on every release is the first name of the person whose dream it was. Bertrand Duchaufour, Julia Rodríguez, Maud Chabanis, Soizic Beaucourt, Lucas Sieuzac and Joëlle Lerioux Patris have all taken one across, and the fragrances are made in France. Nothing in the line is styled after a trend. The archive stays open, dreams keep arriving, and a few of them become the next ones.