As a young girl growing up in India, one of the most cherished memories of my childhood was the delicate touch of jasmine flowers being placed in my hair. The rich fragrance of these tiny, white blooms wasn’t just a scent—it was an experience. It was a symbol of beauty,

Growing up in India, my mornings were often filled with the scent of something deeply sacred and earthy—sandalwood. My father, a man of few words but profound rituals, would begin his day with a simple yet deeply meaningful act. He would take a small piece of sandalwood, carefully place it

There is a certain magic that lingers in the scent of a flower, and for me, that flower is the Parijat. I can still vividly recall the mornings of my childhood when the very first rays of the sun would gently illuminate our garden, and the ground would be sprinkled

There are some scents that never leave you, no matter how many years pass. The marigold, or genda phool as we call it in India, is one of those scents for me. It is a fragrance that has been a part of my life for as long as I can