“Temple” is a cherished place I hold dear to my heart, where long strolls once flew by as if they were brief instants. Temple is a wooden palace where I used to listen, smell, touch, & dream; decants of my most beloved perfumes were always by my side. In particular, one perfume by the house of Xerjoff, whose name translates to that of a bond or bill of exchange and whose aroma is referred to by some seasoned aficionados as that of a countryside barn filled with hay. A perfume so exquisite & beautiful that when I first smelled it, the warmest aura traveled all over my body, a golden lush that, up to this date, I have a hard time describing with mere words.

Temple is a special place that I sometimes go to, and find the most subtle changes have happened, but the essence is always there. My small piece of tranquil heaven that will always reside in my heart now materialized into a collection of contemplative stills.