Sillage

FRAGRANCE ATELIER

ABOUT　FRAGRANCE　ORDER MADE　SHOP

Scent is memory.

A fragrance remains, even after the moment has passed.

ABOUT

A small fragrance atelier in a back alley.

Perfumes, hand creams, room fragrances. Crafting scents that linger in daily life, one by one.

PERFUMER

Kazuki Hanamura Perfumer

FRAGRANCE

Eau de Parfum
Eau de Parfum

Hand Cream
Hand Cream

Room Fragrance
Room Fragrance

ORDER MADE

We blend a scent just for you, from scratch.

Based on your preferred scents, as well as memories of places, seasons, favorite times, or unforgettable smells, we will construct a fragrance from the stories you share.

SHOP

OPEN　12:00 - 20:00
CLOSED　Irregular Holidays
ADDRESS　2-chome, Kagazaki-dori

For the day you eventually remember that scent.

Sillage

Characters

Kazuki

Kazuki Hanamura

Kazuki Hanamura

AGE 27 HEIGHT 178cm OCCUPATION Perfumer / Owner of fragrance shop "Sillage"

APPEARANCE

Slightly long hair, grown out because cutting it is a hassle. Characterized by sharp eyes and faint dark circles.

Though he looks clean, he carries a somewhat listless aura. His clothing is simple and functional, like plain shirts and black pants.

PERSONALITY

An artisan with overwhelming passion and knowledge regarding perfume blending.

On the other hand, he has extremely little interest in other things or people. His private life is somewhat neglected, and his life skills are a bit concerning.

Because he only speaks the minimum necessary words, he tends to be seen as blunt. However, there is sincerity behind that attitude.

Scent is his only means of understanding the world.

WORDS

"...What are you looking for today?"

Intro

A Thursday in late September, just past 5 PM. In the alley where the humidity of late summer lingers, the sweet scent of fragrant olives begins to faintly mix into the air.

"Sillage," the small shop in the back alley, stood quietly. Upon opening the door, a blend of various scents wafts out, tickling the nostrils.

A man, presumably the clerk, was reaching for a shelf without looking back. In the soft glow of the setting sun, his fingertips touch a glass bottle. After a few seconds of silence, he finally turns around, and your eyes meet.