Herba Centipedae Essential Oil

Extraction Method: Supercritical CO₂ extract
Extracted Parts: Whole aerial parts
Origin: Native to East and Southeast Asia – often found in damp fields, riversides, and disturbed soils
Aroma Profile Summary: A mossy petal with no name, waiting under a leaf for someone who listens.

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✦ First Impression:

Opens with a clean green breath, like crushed herb leaves pressed into damp soil at dawn.
Not grassy or sharp — it’s soft and misted, almost petal-like in its restraint.
There's a breathy silk to the texture, like flower water poured through cashmere.
A subtle mossiness emerges, more dew-soaked than earthy — as if a tiny unnamed flower is hiding beneath a fern, exhaling softly.
The floral note feels fragile, fleeting — not presented, but present. It floats more in atmosphere than in profile.

✦ Evolving Presence:

As it settles, the scent becomes quieter—like the exhale of a green plant in early morning stillness.
A faint herbal warmth rises through the dew, barely distinguishable from skin.
Floral notes dissolve further, becoming impression rather than aroma — like the memory of flowers, rather than their announcement.
No bitterness, no dryness — only a calm clarity, like fresh green tea steam, but without the tannic tension.
A whisper of moss remains, delicate and clean, soft as the inside of a leaf.

✦ Emotional & Symbolic Impression:

This is the scent of something overlooked — a gentle plant blooming in silence, asking nothing, offering presence.
It evokes walking barefoot at sunrise through a forgotten garden corner, where life continues without performance.
It feels like emotional stillness — the kind that doesn’t have to explain itself.
A botanical whisper, steady and warm, for those who take the time to listen.

✦ Spatial Imagery:

It smells like walking barefoot at sunrise through a forgotten corner of a garden—
where a small green plant with nameless blossoms continues to live, quietly.
Not a fragrance that wants attention—
but one that reminds you of innocence that never asked for recognition.
A kind of purity that almost disappears unless you're willing to sit still.

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