Dépaysement

There’s a moment, just before you step into the unknown, where doubt lingers. Your hands tighten around the straps of your bag, your breath catches for just a second. The streets ahead are unfamiliar. The voices around you don’t form words you understand. The air smells different—not bad, not good, just… different.

Then, it happens. That quiet surrender.

You take the first step, and then another. The weight of hesitation fades, replaced by something else—curiosity, maybe. Or something deeper, something nameless. You follow the scent of fresh bread curling through an alleyway, let your fingers trace the edges of old, weathered buildings. The night hums with life, with stories that don’t belong to you yet, but will.

You sit at a small café table, the wood uneven beneath your arms. A stranger pours you a drink, dark and smooth, its warmth curling in your chest. You take in the world around you—the clatter of plates, the distant murmur of a city still awake, the flicker of candlelight reflecting in a half-empty glass. It’s all new. It’s all foreign.

And yet, for the first time in a long time, you are exactly where you are meant to be.

Dépaysement. The feeling of being lost, but never more at home.

Alcohol (Denat), (+/-)-2,2-dimethyl-1,3-dioxolane-4-methanol ), Phenethyl alcohol ), Hexyl salicylate , dl-Citronellol , Linalool , alpha-Pinene ), Cyclopropanemethanol, 1-methyl-2-[(1,2,2-trimethylbicyclo[3.1.0]hex-3-yl)methyl]