A house
of strange
fragrances.

Emoria began as an archive — a private collection of fragrances kept by a strange future aristocracy that had grown bored of paintings and tired of music. They turned instead to air, and to the artifacts that hold it.

The house was never built to sell candles. It was built to keep what cannot be photographed: a coastline at dusk, a room someone has just left, a year that took too long to end.

Each artifact in the catalog belongs to a single character of the house. They agreed to share their fragrance on the condition that their rooms remain theirs.