There are some seasons you carry with you, no matter how far you go.

In South Asia, barish isn’t just weather... it’s a feeling. It’s chai on the balcony while the sky turns dark grey. It’s loved ones calling you in from the terrace, lightning flashing in the background. It’s wet footprints on marble floors, steaming pakoras, and the scent of mitti rising from the earth.

The monsoon doesn’t arrive quietly. It announces itself dramatically through clouds gathering, trees swirling in the wind; and then, finally, a downpour that quiets everything else.

For those of us in the diaspora, it's one of the things we miss most. That first rain after unbearable heat. The collective exhale. 

Did you know?

Mitti ki Khushboo? It’s called Petrichor. It's the smell of plant oils and soil bacteria released into the air when the rain hits dry ground. Science explains it, but for us, it’s memory. It’s mitti... it’s home.

At Safr, we wanted to bottle that moment. That untranslatable emotion that only barish can bring.

Our Barish candle opens with green florals and cool cucumber, like a breeze through open windows. As it burns, the fragrance deepens: rain-soaked earth, wildflowers scattered in the wind, moss and sandalwood grounding it all in warmth.

It’s the scent of nostalgia held gently in the air.

Barish isn’t just a candle.
It’s the monsoon you grew up with.
The one you still wait for, no matter where you are now.