The Story
Two weeks of bloom,
kept for longer
Every April the atelier loses a morning to the tree in the courtyard. The blossom holds for two weeks; the pink it turns at dusk — deeper than daylight ever shows it — holds for perhaps twenty minutes. Cherry Blossom began as an attempt to keep that twenty minutes: a mauve caught between rose and shadow, mixed fresh for each batch because it drifts if it stands overnight.
The french is graded, not drawn — colour floated along the free edge and pulled back with a dry brush so it deepens exactly as a petal does toward its rim, without a hard line anywhere. Beneath it, the base is left almost bare: a breath of nude that lets your own nail warm the colour. It is the least decorated set we make, which is precisely why it is the hardest to make well.
The tree does not insist. Neither does this.



