THE LIBRARY OPENS

Kissing Gate doesn’t ask you to choose a favourite story - only to step inside one.

Here, memory pens the prologue. Skin turns the page. Scent sets the plot in motion.

The Library opens:

glass-bound chapters - couture in composition, literary in spirit.

Each fragrance isn’t a character.

It’s your cue.

A trigger. A shift. A decision to step into the version of you that doesn’t wait to be written.

These aren't bottles for display.

They’re designed to tilt the room.

To leave something behind before you’ve said a word.

There are no main characters here.

Only women mid-transformation.

And the air, adjusting to meet them.