It’s like listening to a song and painting its silence, you know? Every perfume is a quiet story, a single note that drifts in the air. I see it as a ghost, a shape that only feels. But we can paint it—citrus becomes a bright, sharp splash of lemon yellow, and a deep sandalwood turns into a warm, earthy brown. The invisible becomes visible by tracing the scent’s rhythm with color, turning fragrance into a canvas that sings the same hidden melody. So yes, we can decode it, one brushstroke at a time.