
LYR is a portal, not a product.
Each bottle opens a new emotional phase — soft, slow, and surreal.
You don’t just drink LYR. You enter it.
Each bottle opens a new emotional phase — soft, slow, and surreal.
You don’t just drink LYR. You enter it.

Blur PHASE
Blur is the soft crossing between reality and reverie.
Infused with calming floral notes and misty layers of flavor, it evokes the feeling of drifting through a half-dream.
Light, translucent, and quietly immersive — a pause in motion, a gentle fade into elsewhere.
Infused with calming floral notes and misty layers of flavor, it evokes the feeling of drifting through a half-dream.
Light, translucent, and quietly immersive — a pause in motion, a gentle fade into elsewhere.

Glimmer PHASE
Glimmer captures the moment just before light breaks.
With soft floral brightness and airy sweetness, it shimmers gently across the senses — like hope rising through mist.
Uplifting, delicate, and luminous, it’s a quiet reminder that even light has a beginning.
With soft floral brightness and airy sweetness, it shimmers gently across the senses — like hope rising through mist.
Uplifting, delicate, and luminous, it’s a quiet reminder that even light has a beginning.

Void PHASE
Void is the space between thoughts — still, open, infinite.
With barely-there herbal tones and cooling clarity, it feels like exhaling into silence.
Not empty, but vast. A reset for the senses, and the self.
With barely-there herbal tones and cooling clarity, it feels like exhaling into silence.
Not empty, but vast. A reset for the senses, and the self.

Flare PHASE
Flare is an emotional flash — brief, bright, and burning.
It hits with a citrus heat and shimmering spice, like a sudden burst of clarity or desire.
It doesn’t last long, but it leaves a vivid trace.
It hits with a citrus heat and shimmering spice, like a sudden burst of clarity or desire.
It doesn’t last long, but it leaves a vivid trace.

Fog PHASE
Fog is where clarity dissolves.
Soft, muted, and slow-moving, it wraps the senses in gentle confusion — like forgetting where a feeling ends and you begin.
A delicate blur of taste and time.
Soft, muted, and slow-moving, it wraps the senses in gentle confusion — like forgetting where a feeling ends and you begin.
A delicate blur of taste and time.