A rose that doesn’t follow the rules. Juicy cherry, soft rose, and a flicker of leather — bright enough to wear now, deep enough to wear later.
Scent Experience
Top: Black Cherry, Raspberries, Pink Pepper
Heart: Rose, Saffron, Black Currant
Base: Coffee, Leather, Patchouli
The Scent
There is a memory I return to often. The rose perfumes worn by aunties at family dinners, filling the room as we were sent upstairs to watch TV with all the other kids, still not old enough for their table. The soft crackle of 90s TV static, the smell of grass after summer rain creeping in through the open window. Cherry lip balm tucked in pockets. Sneakers scuffed from running through warm evenings until the streetlights buzzed on.
Rose 96’ turns those fleeting details into something lasting. A dark rose sits at its heart, softened by warmth and grounded by skin-close depth.
This is how we reimagine the scent we would wear now, grown up and ready to sit at their table.
Why Rose 96'
Up to 30% extrait concentration
Handmade in small batches in Calgary
Inspired by faded memories, cracked cherries, and late summer nights
Part floral, part leather, part daydream
About Orchid Lane:
The first perfume I made was for Mother’s Day in Vancouver. I was a kid with a plastic bowl, my little sister as my lab assistant. We raided the neighbour’s roses, dropped the petals in water, and decided it was perfect. My mom never told me it smelled like wilted stems. She wore it for months, tucking it beside her expensive perfumes as if it belonged there.
Decades later, that memory became Rose 96’ — dark cherry, rose, and spice. The grown-up version of my first disaster, made with the same love that started it all.
I am Somali-Canadian. Born in Italy, raised in Vancouver, I left for Calgary to study at the University of Calgary, then moved to Seoul, South Korea for years. Each place left its scent on me. I think of them like orchids. Some familiar, some strange, some rare enough to stop you in your tracks. They carry different shades, but each leaves a color that stays in you.
When I was studying perfumery, I didn't want to just learn how to blend notes. I wanted to learn how to give them movement. Somali warmth. Arab depth. French precision. Italian ease. Like an orchid opening over hours, I wanted scents to unfold in chapters and shift on the skin the way memory shifts in the mind.
Orchid Lane is a colourful street. Every bloom is a person, a memory, a story. Each one unique. Together they make something unforgettable.
A rose that doesn’t follow the rules. Juicy cherry, soft rose, and a flicker of leather — bright enough to wear now, deep enough to wear later.
Scent Experience
Top: Black Cherry, Raspberries, Pink Pepper
Heart: Rose, Saffron, Black Currant
Base: Coffee, Leather, Patchouli
The Scent
There is a memory I return to often. The rose perfumes worn by aunties at family dinners, filling the room as we were sent upstairs to watch TV with all the other kids, still not old enough for their table. The soft crackle of 90s TV static, the smell of grass after summer rain creeping in through the open window. Cherry lip balm tucked in pockets. Sneakers scuffed from running through warm evenings until the streetlights buzzed on.
Rose 96’ turns those fleeting details into something lasting. A dark rose sits at its heart, softened by warmth and grounded by skin-close depth.
This is how we reimagine the scent we would wear now, grown up and ready to sit at their table.
Why Rose 96'
Up to 30% extrait concentration
Handmade in small batches in Calgary
Inspired by faded memories, cracked cherries, and late summer nights
Part floral, part leather, part daydream
About Orchid Lane:
The first perfume I made was for Mother’s Day in Vancouver. I was a kid with a plastic bowl, my little sister as my lab assistant. We raided the neighbour’s roses, dropped the petals in water, and decided it was perfect. My mom never told me it smelled like wilted stems. She wore it for months, tucking it beside her expensive perfumes as if it belonged there.
Decades later, that memory became Rose 96’ — dark cherry, rose, and spice. The grown-up version of my first disaster, made with the same love that started it all.
I am Somali-Canadian. Born in Italy, raised in Vancouver, I left for Calgary to study at the University of Calgary, then moved to Seoul, South Korea for years. Each place left its scent on me. I think of them like orchids. Some familiar, some strange, some rare enough to stop you in your tracks. They carry different shades, but each leaves a color that stays in you.
When I was studying perfumery, I didn't want to just learn how to blend notes. I wanted to learn how to give them movement. Somali warmth. Arab depth. French precision. Italian ease. Like an orchid opening over hours, I wanted scents to unfold in chapters and shift on the skin the way memory shifts in the mind.
Orchid Lane is a colourful street. Every bloom is a person, a memory, a story. Each one unique. Together they make something unforgettable.
