You don’t remember where it happened. Or if it ever did. Maybe it was an open window on some other morning. Or someone’s hand, still cool from sleep. Or fabric brushing against your skin, leaving a trace of freshness. Everything feels familiar — but without a name, without a beginning, without a story.

In the air, there’s the quiet bitterness of yuzu leaf — sharp, green, as if plucked just before the sun rose. And beneath it, the soft powder warmth of green matcha, like a cup held in both hands, without thinking about what’s inside.

The scent asks nothing. It’s simply there — as if it always was. Yuzu Leaf & Green Matcha — a fragrance you don’t recognize, but somehow remember.