From afar came the faint, melodic chime of a bell, gentle, distant, calling.

Drawn by this hypnotic sound I moved silently through the trees as if i was floating, searching for its source, the chimes getting ever clearer! suddenly I see the feint image of a golden bell drop from a branch and disappear into the dark water with a soft, echoing splosh.

The dream ended there, but the mysterious feeling never did. From that night onward, there was always a quiet sense of searching, a longing for something beautiful yet unseen, a missing note that would one day take form in a fragrance.

This led to the quest for the “Hidden” and Maknoon was born.