I am like a Trans-Siberian train journey, a route in the steppes in direction of the Extreme-Orient. The fragrant landscapes scroll under the glass: imperial and festive spices “ nutmeg and coriander“ Cedarwood and then, white wood born in Green Oak-moss, aromatic bushes of Asian Shiso leaves.
I am the reflection of Russia, wide and wild, rough and sophisticated, noble and peasant, traditional and forward-looking. I am a deep and volatile, a persistent hot and cold feeling.
Olfactory paradox and skin awakening, I am the reflection of my creator: visionary, different, and generous. I am De Bachmakov.
Dense and vibrant