A romance of the past. One breath… and you are carried back to the memories time had quietly tucked away.

You are at your grandmother’s house. You’ve grown up, but the years dissolve the moment you cross the threshold. The blur of children chasing each other across the courtyard, cousins trading stories in the verandah, the aroma of something sweet simmering in the kitchen, the comforting noise of a family that has gathered just for this. And cutting through it all is the faint, holy curl of incense from the prayer room.

But there is always a quiet room. The air here is still, thick with the scent of the past.

In the corner sits the trunk. Painted grey. Scratched. Locked with a heavy iron latch. To open it is to open a time capsule. The dry crinkle of silk sarees wrapped in muslin. An old diary with a rose, flattened and brown, pressed between the pages. An old letter written in ink that has faded to violet, holding promises made a lifetime ago. And the albums, filled with black and white photos of your parents, looking younger than you are now, caught in a moment of shy, untethered joy.

Siente is neo-nostalgia like a vintage photograph, carefully developed in a modern lab. It’s our contemporary take on attars.