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Grapefruit and petitgrain. The one to run before eight in the morning.
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Scent, silk, the pantry — chosen so a life abroad still has Thailand in it. Ships from Bangkok.
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Grapefruit and petitgrain. The one to run before eight in the morning.

Lemongrass and mandarin. A market street before the heat arrives.

Vetiver and smoke. For the end of the evening, not the start.

Wet leaves and green wood. Closest thing to the north in a bottle.

Sweet orange and clove. Reads as Christmas to anyone from a cold country.

Jasmine picked at dawn in the Tak mountains, cut with mint.

Night-blooming flowers and warm asphalt. Their most divisive scent.

Thai lemongrass and mandarin. The safest gift in the collection.

Ten weeks of citrus, unattended. The workhorse of the range.

450 ml. Cheaper per week than replacing the bottle, and the reason people come back.

For a drawer, a suitcase, or the inside of a wardrobe door.

Candle and perforated brass lantern. The best-looking thing we sell as a gift.

Waterless, cold-air. For people who will not leave a candle burning.

Turns milky in water. The single best thing in the bath range.

Sits by a basin without embarrassing the bathroom.

Absorbs fast enough to dress immediately afterwards.

Handbag size. Ends up in more bags than it was bought for.

Aluminium-free and it actually works in this climate.

Solid perfume in a brass compact. No liquid to declare.

Cedarwood and orange. The most-copied Thai spa smell there is.

Thai rice bran, cold-pressed. Cheaper than argan and better suited to heat.

Cold-process, cut from a slab, wrapped in paper.

Steam it, then press it into a shoulder. Two hundred years of Thai practice in a cotton bundle.

One colour, no pattern. Lets the silk do the work.

The house weave. Two tones in warp and weft, so the colour moves.

An archive tiger print. The one piece here that is a decision, not a default.

Hand-loomed. Weighs almost nothing and creases out overnight.

Two metres of silk down a dining table. Unreasonable and correct.

Tie-dyed before weaving, so the pattern blurs at the edges. That is the point.

Crackle-glazed green. Fired in Chiang Mai the way it has been since Sukhothai.

Five-colour enamel over porcelain, painted by hand. A day's work in one bowl.

Raised by hand. Will go dark, and should.

Cut from old house timber. Nail holes left in.

Tea grown under forest canopy instead of clearing it.

Grown at 1,200 m by Akha farmers who own the company.

The ingredient you cannot buy properly outside Thailand.

Anchovy and salt, eighteen months, nothing else.

Red, green and khao soi from the Chiang Mai market stall everyone buys from.

Fern vine, split to a millimetre and woven wet. A royal craft.

Twelve coats of resin over bamboo, polished between each one.

Weighted brass, one hole. Does the job and nothing else.

Hand-rolled. Forty sticks, about forty-five minutes each.

Backstrap-loomed by Karen weavers in Mae Hong Son.
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