There is eerie silence after the Harvest. From the small square window we await the autumnal shift. Dusting across fields of Hare-eared crowns, we pray the rare roots make it through the hoar.
Trimerous is a funny wee thing. A triptych of veils shading the finest facets of prized orris root.
Quivering around the most exquisite Florentine Orris Butter, Trimerous presents undulating olfactory movements, displaying singular facets of the revered root in a landscape of dewy, verglas and silvered woods.
Trimerous does not explore every kaleidoscopic nuance of the noble root, instead honouring but three slivers often overlooked. Trimerous highlights the forgotten, muted and the discarded; effervescent, buttery and exalting.
Trimerous is as much an attempt to capture a mood and a process as it is to showcase the aromatic splendour of the Iris, an inherently faultless raw material.
A ballad to the devoted hand, soiled, aged yet resiliently tending to rhizome.