ICP｜Galloping Meadow

Galloping Meadow

Earthy

Top Notes: Green Accords, Narcissus, Wildflowers
Heart Notes: Cyperus (Cypriol), Musk
Base Notes: Woody Notes, Castoreum Accord, Amber

Description:

Reminded of how I loved horse riding when I was young, I began to wonder: if a horse galloped at full speed across a morning grassland, what would we truly smell? This was the initial question behind "Galloping Meadow."

What I wanted to create wasn't just fresh grass, nor a pretty field of flowers. I wanted to start from the most primal ecology of a horse: hooves falling, leaves being torn, flower stems snapping, and the damp soil hidden beneath the roots touching the air for the very first time. The scents that originally existed at different heights suddenly mixed together in those few seconds of frantic running.

Therefore, I began with green leaves, narcissus, and wildflowers, moving on to the green sap oozing from fractured plants and the blurred afterimages of wildflowers rushing past at high speed. Then, the scent descends underground: cypriol brings forth roots and soil, while musk adds the lingering body heat left behind by a living creature passing through.

Finally, wood, castoreum, and amber remain. The flowers have vanished, leaving only dry hay, soil, a leather-like wildness, and the earth gradually warmed by the rising sun. Looking back, the trampled grass is slowly standing back up, the soil still bears the traces of horse hooves, and the newly risen sunlight filters through the dust kicked up by the gallop.

Galloping Meadow

The frame I wanted to capture is the exact moment, after life has torn right through it, when the earth begins to breathe again.

ICP — Imagine Creating Perfume

If a story could be smelled, what would it scent like? Perhaps the damp stone walls of a city after rain, the unpainted wind within a painting, the lingering resonance hanging in the air after a piece of music ends, or perhaps a memory that suddenly resurfaces years later. These fleeting, unpreservable moments became the genesis of ICP's creation.

We are a perfume house centred around imagination, acting much like a travelling author, wandering between cities, art, culture, music, architecture, and literature, bringing back the stories and emotions encountered along the way, and rewriting them through scent.

Thus, we rarely just ask: "What does this perfume smell like, and what are its notes?" Instead, we want to know: "What does it make you think of?"

Because we believe that what truly completes a perfume is not just the perfumer, but also the person who happens to catch its scent. The exact same fragrance might remind someone of a city they have never visited, prompt another to recall someone they haven't seen in a long time, or allow someone to catch a glimpse of another side of themselves within it.

And so, perfume is no longer just perfume; It begins to hold a story.

If you were to imagine ICP as a place, we hope it resembles a library of scents, where every fragrance is a book waiting to be opened. Some are written about travel, some collect myths, some originate from paintings, music, and history, while others record emotions so elusive even we struggle to put them into words. And what we do is simply write the very first page using scent. The rest of the story is left for your imagination to complete.

In the future, ICP will continue to walk among different countries and cultures, To feel, to explore, and to leave behind our own olfactory footprints. Because there are still too many stories in this world Waiting to be smelled.

Perfume is made complete by imagination.

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