Twilight is built on a single memory — a courtyard in old Jaipur, July dusk, jasmine vines drying on warm sandstone. Night-blooming jasmine sambac at the top, aged oud and labdanum at the base, a thread of cade-oil smoke tying it together.
The dry-down should feel like the moment a day ends. Twelve revisions to get the smoke balance right against the jasmine.













