Istanbul

The hush that settles over an Istanbul table once the last guest has gone. Fig opens the scent, soft and sweet, easing the evening toward its close. Rosewater blooms at the heart, delicate and lingering, like sweetness left behind after the table is cleared. A thread of saffron settles underneath, warm and quietly spiced. Composed with the precision of French perfumery, carried across candle, oil, diffuser, and room spray. A homegrown scent, tender and unwinding.

For the hour the kitchen finally empties.