Some places become part of you. The cabin where everyone gathers after the leaves have fallen. Smoke curls from the stone chimney while tea brews inside. The sweetness of late fruit rests on the table. Boots wait by the door. Familiar voices drift through the trees as daylight slips into evening. Long after you've left, the scent follows you home.

Kin opens with bright bergamot and ripe fig before settling into black tea, tobacco leaf, and charred birch. As it warms on the skin, cedarwood, vetiver, and forest floor emerge with the quiet comfort of smoke lingering in your favourite wool sweater. Rich, earthy, and unexpectedly luminous, it is a fragrance about belonging; the people, places, and rituals that shape us.