RHIZOME 07 EDP

Back in the city, everything feels too clean, too dirty, too defined, too predictable.

Elizabeth, a photographer by profession, returns from Chiapas carrying nothing visible from the jungle, no souvenirs, no proof, only the residue of a commission that took her deep into the green silence in search of the Resplendent quetzal. Mosquitos, bugs and sweat. 

She had seen it. And she had taken the image.

But she had also taken many others, a body of work that grew beyond intention: toucans slicing through canopy like painted movement, frogs folded into wet leaves, deer appearing only as suggestion at the edge of dawn, and moths, countless moths, arriving like pale ghosts around her light, drawn to the camera’s quiet glow as if it were a small sun hidden in the dark. The jungle, she realised, did not present itself in singular subjects. It revealed itself in swarm, in repetition, in flicker.

The quetzal remained the centre: a sudden rupture of emerald and flame suspended between branches, impossibly vivid against the dense architecture of green. For a fraction of a second, everything aligned, subject, light, instinct. The shutter closed. One frame. Perfect. Absolute.

But perfection does not resolve memory. It deepens it.

Because what returns is not only what was captured, but everything that surrounded it.

The scent arrives first.

Not a perfume she wore, but something the jungle composed around her presence as if it were part of the same act of witnessing, the sharp green snap of crushed leaves, the tart brightness of something rhubarb like suspended in humid air, and beneath it all, the creamy, almost narcotic ghost of tuberoses dissolving into heat, bark, and suede-like earth.

And then the moths, remembered not visually, but atmospherically. Powder-soft wings brushing against night air, gathering around her and the equipment in trembling constellations. They were not distractions; they were part of the rhythm of the forest, as essential as shadow or moisture, as if the jungle itself were testing how close light and life could come without collapsing into each other.

In the city, that memory becomes difficult to contain.

Glass and concrete feel too smooth, too resolved. Light behaves too obediently. Even air feels edited, stripped of its density. Elizabeth moves through it as a photographer who has seen too much movement to accept stillness as final.

She reviews the series often, the quetzal suspended mid-flight, the fauna unfolding in layers, the moths dissolving into exposure and darkness, the jungle assembling itself into images that feel less like documentation and more like recognition.

Technically, the commission is complete. The images exist. The brief has been fulfilled.

But completion feels like a word that belongs to another world.

Because what she brought back is not only a series of photographs of the Resplendent quetzal and the hidden life around it.

It is the understanding that some places do not end when you leave them, they continue to move, long after the shutter closes. In constant rebirth. 

Written by: A. ROGERS © All rights reserved.

Head: Bergamot, Red Mandarin, Rhubarb, Saffron

Heart: Tuberose, Ylang Ylang, Patchouli, Iris

Base: Cocoa Beans, Suede Accord, Precious Woods, Amber, Musk

Founded in 2019 by Stefano Aschieri, Andrea Aschieri, and Dario Pozzi, Rhizome emerges from a shared creative dialogue, an intimate project shaped by instinct, refinement, and emotion.

An eau de parfum, though never defined by it alone.

It is a study in presence and disappearance, a scent that doesn’t merely accompany a moment, but frames it,  the ephemeral into something almost architectural in memory.

Each composition is conceived as an experience in itself, unfolding quietly on the skin, leaving behind not just a trace, but a feeling that resists fading.

“We believe in perfume as a language of memory, silent, precise, and deeply personal.”