Hazy Reflection

Think of this fragrance as sitting somewhere between Vilhelm Parfumerie’s Morning Chess, with its crisp bergamot and green brightness, and DS & Durga’s Debaser, with its wet, sun-drenched woods—while Hazy Reflection leans more introspective and soul-warmed. It doesn’t try to impress with volume, but rather radiates quietly, like the afterglow of a vivid childhood memory. With soft woods, citrus light, and earthy calm, it gives off that warm, hazy brilliance—like a memory you can almost touch, still glowing under your skin.

It feels like walking through sunlight filtered by trees, after a storm in the woods. There’s a green stillness, a citrus breeze, and something warm underneath—like a childhood memory you forgot you remembered. It doesn’t speak loudly, but stays, glowing softly, long after everything else fades.

Every year, when Durga Puja returned, it felt like a memory slipping quietly back in. In the small town he grew up in, marigolds were everywhere—on doors, in courtyards, even drifting in the air. Their orange wasn’t loud, just warm. Behind the house, they grew on their own, quiet and steady, mixing with the smell of earth and something softer—maybe a memory he couldn’t place. When the rains came, he’d sit by the window for hours. The scent of wet soil, moss, and trees filled the air—familiar, like something that hadn’t been forgotten. Everything slowed. The world felt still. And in that hush, it was as if time paused just long enough to tell a story.

There was magic in those moments—gentle, almost invisible. Not the kind you chase, but the kind that finds you when you’re still. Hazy Reflection is a name for that feeling. A memory you can’t quite touch, but never really leaves.

Best worn on quiet mornings, post-rain walks, or slow afternoons alone—when your thoughts wander. Soft enough to be worn every day.