In a random patch of New England woods, a linden clad pond rests untouched. American lotus floats. Dew drops hang upon the marsh grass. Phillips beach air is not far. Portable seclusion. Silent Grove is clean, fresh, crisp with green, dew-on-grass tones. Mexican lime is a floral acid that both cuts through and is fogged by virginia cedarwoods smoky sweetness. Petitgrain evokes the juicy intensity of citric flesh, while leaning in a similar direction as lime's bloom-evoking olfactive power. Rose is rich, sweet and pink, yet largely invisible as this flower is rendered transparent by the luminous intensity of surrounding notes. Linden is a sweetly green, almost nutty notes that calls to mind a vision of tight, verdant blossoms opening to reveal pale, white almond centers. White lotus is a remarkably aqueous floral, that is utterly liquid in texture and which makes this scent swim and wave in our olfactive field of vision. White tea practically solidifies Silent Grove just enough so that it communicates from skin. Dew-on-grass is the final, dulcet moment of this scent, a compromise that encapsulates the containment (and preservation) of an energetic fluidity. Simultaneously creamy, metallic and subtly citric, Silent Grove is a gleaming, mineralic wonder.