Doppelgänger

To see one’s double was once considered deeply unsettling, not because it was violent or grotesque, but because it was familiar. Almost correct. Close enough to confuse the body before the mind could intervene. Doppelgänger is composed as an olfactory replication. <br><br> At its core are supernatural musks designed to echo human warmth: soft, saline, faintly animal. Sheer woods, pale and abstract, give structure without solidity, creating the impression of form without weight, the suggestion of you, rather than a reflection. The result is uncannily intimate, as though something is walking alongside you, mimicking your movements just slightly out of sync.