Friends

The night everyone sat in a circle.

The moment people stopped wandering and settled, and began growing things together and gathering around fires to share food and lore. One distant night a circle of them warmed and brewed the first cup of "tea", foraged wild fruit and leaves in hot water. That was the beginning of learning to face a vast world hand in hand. It arrives as a small stone, hollowed out and carried against the skin.

Black tea smoke carries most of it, dry and dark. Glutinous rice turns it soft and milky. Pu-erh goes earthy and fermented beneath that, whisky puts spirit and heat through it, and papyrus dries the edges. Benzoin and musk settle it warm, the way a fire settles once everyone has stopped talking.

Please Note: keychain is not included.

Nook Hill is a Shanghai house, founded through the shared perspectives of photography, art history and design. An art laboratory of olfactory, landscape and emotion, taking untamed nature apart with a rational, methodical mindset and breaking away from traditional fragrance structures. For materials it works with century-old names including Robertet and Mane. The name points at hidden hills, and the work goes after the private emotional folds of modern life.

The 10mL arrives as an object as much as a liquid. A small stone opened up and worn on the body, its core magnetic and replaceable. The room diffusers borrow the weight and raw honesty of Brutalist architecture, a curved metal holder and sculptural silver wings. The work is made for anyone who wants the wilderness inside the steel forest of the city, and it treats fragrance, image, text and action as parts of one experiment.