dulcetsun

the story behind musk is as intoxicating as its scent. born high in the misty peaks and it originates from the abdominal gland of the hornless male musk deer (moschus moschiferus) a natural pheromone crafted to charm a mate. with hunting rightfully outlawed since 1979 to protect the species, this note carries a mysterious and sacred heritage in every drop.

to go for a walk in a country full of plants and shady trees, where clovers grow beautifully and ready to be picked... i want to bring my little pouch to tuck clovers inside and give them to my loved ones. ☘️

i believe the human soul inherently longs to wander on foot, yet so many streets refuse to hold our steps. to walk freely beneath the sky, in a land built for pedesatrians, that, i emphasize, is a rare and quiet privilege.

it’s been a whole month since i last had jamu. honestly i usually only turn to it when my period comes around. however, i have recently developed a deep appreciation for those who preserve this generational heritage drink. i hope jamu doesn’t get buried amid the surge of imported drinks in this fast-moving era of globalization.

parentification operates as a subtle, domestic role inversion. through both emotional stewardship and instrumental labor, mediating conflicts and regulating household volatility, the child becomes the default pillar of their family stability. under a one-way communicative dynamic where self-expression is stifled, duty becomes deeply ambivalent: simultaneously felt as an unavoidable moral obligation and a relentless engine of psychological burnout. and sadder still, they have nowhere to lean on.