The crimson sun dips below the horizon and disappears into the ocean. I am dry, so I dance in the rain for a while...
I stare at the naked branches of sleeping trees, their leaves long-since sacrificed to the winter. Agitated by the noise of the silent nights I see the clock hand moving in perpetual circles. Like an athlete on a cinder track unable to find the finishing line.
I’m already screaming, but nobody hears me. I fall silent, immersed in my own soundlessness, and search in vain for a source of strength within my core.
I decide to let myself go and embrace that powerful yet soft inner scream.
I can hear it. Only I. And it calms me.
It smiles at me. I smile back.
Inspired by four almost identical world famous paintings, this expressionist fragrance is defined by stark contrasts and nordic clarity. Skrik, the scream, will arouse you then comfort you with soft notes of vanilla to create a fragrant work of art for the soul.