Beyond the shore, Erémia or ‘The Wasteland’ unfurls. A hazy, vibrant place where humankind’s transient markers are lost to nature’s whims, where beings large and small are interconnected, passing messages inaudibly between them. With notes of Galbanum, Iris and Yuzu, Erémia strikes bright, citrus tones with earthy roots. A world where the vegetal strength of moss and wildflowers coexists with wet concrete and the stagnating signs of civilisation.
