Collection: 🌿 His Summer Day

To the boy of the sunny yellow streets,

There are old summer days that quietly return, bringing with them the sound of cicadas and a bit of sadness in the heart.

NOx distills a scent for him - not too bustling, not too noisy, just a bit cool like the shade of a tree on the porch, a bit of green wind caressing the shirt cuffs, and the lingering sound of warm wood - like the remaining sunlight at the end of the afternoon.

He can walk through the street without looking back, but the scent will remain, like something left unsaid.

Quiet, but haunting.
Light, but unforgettable.