Partnerships
Partnerships
A record of our collaborations — realised, and aspired to.
Jakarta Fragrance Club
The room of honest noses that tried the work blind and made it better. Our first real partnership gives back to them — in privileges, not words.
Explore the partnership →The Twenty-Sixth Name
Not a collaborator — a destination. The most exclusive fragrance floor in the world: twenty-five hand-selected houses under one crystal chandelier. The daydream of an indie Jakarta house becoming the twenty-sixth name on the marble.
Read the daydream →Two Houses, One City
The artisan house across town in Tangerang Selatan — Russian Adam's hand-distilled oud, real animalics and vintage materials, met with our free, jazz-souled hand. A rare-materials masterclass, and what we'd build at one bench.
Read the daydream →The Explorer and the Keeper
The Sicilian poet and explorer who travels for his scents — Notturno, L'Oblìo, a Little Song, a Travel Memories collection. He goes out to find a scent; we stay and remember one. One journey, split between two hands.
Read the daydream →The Editor and the Author
The publisher of perfume — he frees master noses, gives them the finest materials, and prints the perfumer's name on the bottle like an author. The daydream of a one-man Jakarta house, published as an Edition de Parfums.
Read the daydream →A Kyoto incense house
Two traditions of smoke — the censer and the flacon — in one quiet room.
A Grasse flower field
A scent made at the source — jasmine and rose picked at dawn, in May, where the raw materials grow.
Slendro
The eyewear house that perfumes its own boxes, names every frame after a poet or an outlaw, and cuts a few hundred of each in Sabae before retiring it forever. The daydream: one invented man issued twice, as the frame Slendro and the fragrance Slendro, sharing one case and the same serial number.
Read the daydream →You'll Never Smell Alone
Every house has one team. The daydream of bottling a night at Anfield — grass and floodlights, the Kop, a European comeback — scored to the anthem, the way the Listening Room intends.
Read the daydream →Guilty Parties
The Tokyo house that began as a record bar — aloha shirts, jazz and dub, “Paradise Tokyo.” Two music-first houses pressing one thing: a scent released like a record, an aloha shirt that's secretly a note map.
Read the daydream →The Record That Smells Like 2 A.M.
If HoM Haute and the label that gave jazz its sound and its look ever pressed something together — a scent and a record, the flacon as cover art, a live session scored to a fragrance.
Read the daydream →Medium Format
If the two of us built one instrument: a modular fragrance system, a contact-sheet discovery set, a leaf-shutter top note — and a scent for the camera that stayed on the Moon.
Read the daydream →The Movement
If a watch house and a perfume house built one object to keep — a fragrance as a movement, the complications as accords, the patina of years. With a power-reserve you wind down across the day.
Read the daydream →A Savile Row tailor
A scent cut like a suit; a suit lined with a scent. Where tailoring and perfumery share a hand.
An ink maker
The smell of writing a letter — fragrance as correspondence, scent through memory.