• 𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝐼𝐼 •

𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠 ℜ𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

There once lived a lady at the foot of the hills

In a stonewall mansion surrounded by the beach

In her lush green garden grew

The reddest of roses and the juiciest peach

You could see her each day, hair in a bun

Walking with the gardener, him smoking a pipe in the sun

The wind blowing gently, caressing everyone

The fragrance from the flowers would come together as one

In this garden of hers, in this garden of zen

She also grew the finest spices you would find

The cardamom and the cloves, and the lavender and all,

Would paint such a pretty picture in your mind

Sometimes you would see her walking by

Saying hello to a civet or two as they crept in the night

It was a harrowingly beautiful sight

The lady in white, the beach, the picture aglow in the moonlight…

𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

Sampooran II brings to mind the images of a lady living in a stonewall mansion, with a dedicated battery of house-helps. She never married and she inherited a lot of familial wealth, and the location was too beautiful to not settle down in. So, settle down she did. Over the years, she and her gardeners, managed to grow the garden of Zen, a garden so beautiful, it hurt the eyes to watch, because the glory was far too much.

With the air of mystery that surrounded her and her mansion, and her garden, coupled with the location - beach on one side, hills on the other - the lady in white became the stuff of legend. Sampooran II captures this essence perfectly and becomes almost symbolic with cottage-core, an aesthetic that is both romantic, and yet somehow forbidding, at the same time.