白米

It smells exactly like a pot of rice steaming on the stove—clean, soft, and strangely comforting. I've been reaching for it every morning because it's so understated yet somehow lasts for hours on my skin.

There's something so calming about this one—it's like burying your nose in a warm bowl of steamed rice, but wearing it as a scent. The subtlety is what gets me; it never shouts, just lingers softly and makes me feel put-together without trying.

The steaminess hits just right—clean and cozy without being heavy, like fresh rice straight from the pot. I keep reaching for it on quiet mornings when I want something soft but present, and it lasts a good few hours on my skin.