From the Cambodian Kaopai Forest, where the oud whispers in a language only the discerning can understand, came these snails.
A rare trail, as if you are touching the silence of a seashell that ignites but does not burn.
A scent that has the nostalgia of distances... and the weight of the unspoken.
Every drop of it is like the end of a great musical composition... it doesn't end easily.
Kawabay shells - a stick like salty treasure, rising from the belly of the sea.