01 / Guyana
Where scent began.
I was raised in Guyana where scent was a lived experience.
It drifted through open windows on the afternoon breeze. It clung to uniforms pressed for work and church. It lingered on skin after long days in the sun. It lived in fruit markets, family kitchens, powder puffs, incense smoke, and gardens heavy with bloom.
Long before I understood fragrance, I understood how scent could hold a memory.
That understanding became the foundation of OUI.