When the scent of osmanthus blossoms is found, I recall the words of Yuta Orisaka.

In autumn, the phrase "the scent of osmanthus" catches the eye on social media. While the writer's emotions are quickly replayed, when you actually smell it, the genuine feeling that arises within yourself becomes hollowed out. (Omitted) What these expressions have in common is that the subject who speaks is hidden. Unable to be confident in the words that come from within, they are crushed by tools of empathy.(From Yuta Orisaka's "Yabu IN")

Everyone has a "moment when they feel autumn."
The chill of the wind, the colors of dusk, the scent in the air—these suddenly connect within oneself, and the feeling of "Ah, it's autumn" arises. Even if that feeling cannot be shared with anyone else, it is certainly a form of autumn breathing within oneself.

On the other hand, there are scenes and scents that "everyone would probably feel as autumn." The quintessential example is the scent of osmanthus. Using this word (symbol), you can easily share the "arrival of autumn" with everyone. But behind that convenience, the form of autumn that "I" felt hides behind the words. I believe this is exactly what Orisaka points out as the "hidden subject."

In an era where anyone can be a broadcaster, somehow the "subject" retreats. Words polished by AI and trendy phrases aimed at views cover the screen, gradually distancing from the sender's genuine feelings. We now live in a world where "whose words these are" is hard to see.

Not everyone needs to feel autumn through the scent of osmanthus. I hope for a world where the "autumn with genuine feeling" within each person is cherished. Because "restoring subjectivity" requires "acceptance of diversity." The brand cobaco also always wishes to be a place that affirms that small diversity.

And I also think this:
Words born through someone's body, not by logic, carry a certain warmth, even if small. When we encounter such words, I believe we can quietly connect with the "subject" within others. This may underlie not only words but all works created by people.

Suddenly, a line from Gen Hoshino's song "In the Middle of the Nonsense" comes to mind.

The scent on the nape of the neck is like bread, we praise it in amazement
Love is in the nonsense, people live as if laughing

Though I have never thought "the scent on the nape of the neck is like bread," that metaphor enters the body smoothly. And it feels as if happiness is packed into that scene (at least for me). His words have a definite "warmth," gently resonating in the listener's heart.

Words and works that reach us may be those that, while making us think "maybe I’m the only one who understands this feeling," still touch the hearts of many.

"Today, I didn’t meet anyone or say a single word until you called me. The trees in the garden don’t talk to me."

When the early signs of dementia began to appear, my grandmother said this to me over the phone. After my grandfather passed away and the dog they had for many years also died, my grandmother lived alone in a quiet house. Although my parents visited frequently, an overwhelming sense of "being alone" surrounded her.

When people lose their connections with family and society, they may gradually lose sight of the meaning of their own existence. And the body tries to physiologically avoid that pain. Or perhaps the mind "wants" to fade those memories away. Listening to my grandmother’s voice over the phone, I found myself thinking about these things.

Then, this summer. On the day we went to visit the graves with my parents, my father, who was with me all day, never once called my name. My father, who always prefixed his words with the other person’s name like a kind of greeting, didn’t do so even once.

Seeing his back, which had become one or two sizes smaller than when he was active, I saw my grandmother’s figure reflected in it. It has finally come—. The reality I had somehow prepared myself for, when it actually appeared before me, felt oppressively heavy, clinging to my body, and left me with a deeply gloomy feeling.

My father, a typical member of the "baby boomer generation," who ran through the height of the economic boom and devoted his life to work. Even after retirement, he worked for a while, but a few years ago, after a fall at work that injured his legs and hips, he stepped back from the front lines and started spending more time at home. Perhaps it was around that time that I began to sense a faint discomfort in the edges of our conversations.

The loneliness of seeing someone else (my father) gradually lose the memories and time they have built up. Is it the pain of reliving that process by his side? Or is it my own sadness of being "forgotten" by my own parent? I still can’t sort it out.

Even so, the fading of memories may be both loneliness and kindness. I believe there is a loneliness that can only be endured by forgetting. Still, I hope the voice calling out that name will reach him until the very end.

I have made an effort to be a good person. If I can keep pretending to be a good person, then that is no different from actually being one── she murmurs quietly to herself, half convincing herself. This is a memorable panel from a certain manga.

There was a contrast between "natural" and "cultivated." The "natural" "good person" interacts with others in a genuine, unpretentious way, and their very presence soothes those around them. Witnessing this, the "cultivated" woman feels a painful awareness of her own clumsiness and artificiality. No matter how much effort she puts in, she feels she can never reach the purity of the "natural," and a sharp ache stirs deep in her chest.

However, she realizes in the end that no matter how distant her ideal self may seem, the fact remains that she has been taking steps toward that ideal one by one. It is precisely because she continues to take action every day that value is created in the "self who strives to become." The quality of effort does not matter, and talent is absolutely not an issue. It is the overwhelming amount accumulated over a long time that shapes a person.

A series of small trials and errors. Each one, like countless droplets of water, eventually forms a vast ocean, nurturing the existence called "me" into something beyond mere "cultivation." Over time, this accumulation breaks through the shell of "cultivation," becoming one's own individuality and the shades of one's way of life.

Of course, the “natural” sparkle is dazzling. However, both purity and artifice are expressions of humanity. It is through the journey to that point—through choices and trial and error—that each person’s unique story emerges. As a “cultivated” self, I somehow felt saved by the realization she came to in the manga.

There is a researcher who spends nearly half of the year in the mountains, observing the behavior of birds for many years. It is said that he can "understand" the language of the birds. This is likely due to a physical sense developed over many years of continuously listening to the birds' calls.

I suddenly remembered a story I once read about a boy with Indian blood. The boy, taken in by Cherokee grandparents, gradually learned to sense the breathing of the trees and the hearts of animals as he lived deep in the forest — a feeling of communicating with the world without relying on words eventually took root within him. It seems to me that the quiet conviction of researchers also harbors the same kind of "embodied understanding."

Entering the forest with nothing but his body, relying only on ordinary tools such as binoculars and a small recorder, he "translates" the birds' perspective through his own body. After accumulating thousands of hours, he discovers that bird calls have "words" and "sentences," and that changing the word order alters the meaning. This is a surprising discovery that shakes the conventional "common sense" that language is an ability unique to humans.

Without using cutting-edge technology or tools, he conducts research with just his own body and achieves results that rewrite global common sense—when you encounter his approach to work, the anxiety of "Is there really any idea that no one has touched in this era flooded with information?" suddenly falls away. Unnamed value still lurks within reachable radius. Such hope begins to sprout.

My grades in science subjects were terrible, but for some reason, I have always been interested in the second law of thermodynamics since my student days. Heat moves from hot objects to cold ones, and the reverse does not occur. Hot coffee cools down over time, and mixed milk does not return to its original state. Energy always flows from high to low. It is an extremely simple yet powerful physical law.

People gather around things with high energy. Without a heat source, there is no power generated. A person's enthusiasm and the power of the works created by it propagate to the surroundings. This law seems to apply not only to the world of physics but also to human activities. Perhaps that is why it has remained in the back of my mind all this time.

Artists, designers, craftsmen, musicians—those who create something from nothing invariably possess "heat." It may be skill, thought, or perhaps a pure passion of "liking." However, there is certainly a "high energy" present, and that temperature difference attracts people and becomes a driving force. People are drawn to those who "chase what they love, think, and continue to express." It is the same structure from which energy naturally flows out.

The brand cobaco does not necessarily have a worldview that conveys "heat," but we still want to always carry a quiet warmth as creators. And we hope that the items we design are not just decorations but serve as catalysts that draw out the energy of the person wearing them. That is our wish.

A small sticker that came with the magazine I purchased the other day. The message "I love making mistakes" caught my eye, and it reminded me of a certain episode written in the essay collection by the musician Masakatsu Takagi that I read sometime ago.

During his trip to Ethiopia, he had an interaction with a guide where there was one thing he simply couldn't tolerate. That was the constant explanations about each thing he saw, such as "This is a building constructed in this year, and this event happened." As he listened to the guide's repeated explanations, he felt that he wanted to first experience the fresh sensations of a new world with his own heart and body, rather than relying on information given by others. In other words, he wanted to be allowed to "misunderstand."

I felt that the message "I love making mistakes" carries a similar sentiment (though this might also be a misunderstanding).. A littleThere may be seeds of new ideas that have not yet existed in the world hidden within mistakes and misunderstandings. A small bug might accidentally lead to a significant discovery. For now, let's set aside whether it is right or wrong and listen to "how I feel." We always aspire to be a brand that can honestly embrace and find joy in what we feel and what emerges from it.

A small sticker that says "I love making mistakes" has found its place in the corner of my laptop.

The other day, I received a call that my grandmother had collapsed, so I headed to the hospital where she was taken. From the window of the hospital room on the second floor of a small hospital by the sea, I can see the ocean. Even though it's already September, the sky is a vibrant blue, and the sea sparkles as if it's still the height of summer. The scenery, filled with such vitality, made me suddenly recall a poem by Kenji Miyazawa.

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Say with your eyes


It won't do.
It won't stop, huh?
It's bubbling up vigorously.
I haven't slept since last night, and the bleeding continues.
There is a deep blue tranquility all around.
I feel like I'm about to die soon.
But what a nice breeze it is.
Since Seimei is approaching
Just like it rises and swells from such a blue sky
A beautiful breeze is coming.
The tender buds of the maple and flowers like fur
Like waves of autumn grass
The mat made of rush grass with burn marks is also blue.
I don't know if you are coming back from a medical conference or something.
Wearing a black frock coat
If I had been so serious and taken various measures...
Even if I die from this, I have no complaints.
Despite the bleeding
Such a carefree and painless feeling
Did the soul leave the body halfway?
Just for the sake of blood
It is terrible that I can't say that.
From your perspective, it must be quite a desolate scene.
What I can see is
The beautiful blue sky after all
There is only a thin, transparent wind.

(Original text: "Complete Works of Kenji Miyazawa Vol. 2" Chikuma Bunko, Chikuma Shobo)

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My grandmother, who was hospitalized, fortunately did not suffer any serious issues, and her complexion looked good as she seemed to have recovered quite a bit. The test results were also favorable, and she will be able to be discharged soon. I might someday remember the view of the blue sea that I peeked at from her hospital room.

Recently, I have been thinking more about "human character." I want to be "elegant" not only in myself but also in the brand cobaco, and I strive to operate with that in mind every day.

When we talk about "nobility," it's not necessarily something grand like "nobility" or "overflowing dignity," but rather a nuance of "pleasant demeanor." In the interactions between people, it's about "considering the other person." I feel that there is a sense of nobility in the demeanor that reflects this as a premise of communication.

Easier said than done. When I get busy, I tend to focus the arrow of my heart on myself, and even in situations where I should communicate with someone, I often overlook the other person's feelings and end up behaving carelessly.

The other day, I came across a refreshing essay that serves as a model of "pleasant demeanor." It is a study abroad memoir titled "Red and Blue Gown" by Princess Akiko. It seems to have become a topic of conversation again recently, coinciding with its paperback release in April.

The various episodes depicted during my study abroad at Oxford University always center around people (the other party). Each episode certainly relates to my own experiences, but there is always a close "other" in the line of sight, such as friends, professors, dorm mates, and family. The desire for the reader to truly feel their characters is subtly evident throughout. It feels like every episode is based on the premise of "considering others." I find myself likely to reread it whenever I feel busy and my perspective narrows.

We have four cats living in our home.

The eldest daughter is a beautiful cat full of grace, but she has a fierce side that comes out with just a little annoyance, quickly throwing punches. The second daughter is a spoiled one who tries to climb onto her owner's lap, side, or belly whenever there's a chance, 24/7. The third daughter, who firmly believes that "the center of the idol group is my position," radiates (or rather imposes) cuteness with a strong sense of self-esteem. The youngest son, while being smart enough to listen to his owner's words, also has a timid side that panics at the slightest change.

Living with them makes me realize that everyone is naturally unique without even trying to be individualistic. Moreover, the longer we live together and the closer we get, the more new sides they show us. Just the other day, the youngest son showcased a new sleeping pose (an acrobatic pose reminiscent of the Awa Odori dance).

Speaking of which, I haven't seen the eldest daughter at her favorite windowsill much lately. Although she has tried to jump to that slightly elevated windowsill a few times, she seems to have given up out of laziness. She might be losing confidence in her leg strength now that she is over 10 years old. I am considering installing a step on the wall by the windowsill soon, so that the usual scene of her sitting there can return.

Walking about 10 minutes from Kintetsu Nara Station towards Nara Park, the first torii gate, which marks the beginning of the approach to the main hall of Kasuga Taisha, comes into view. The path to the main hall is approximately 1.3 km. As you proceed, the number of worshippers thins out, the wind becomes cooler, and the silence deepens. This alone is enough to feel the spirituality of the place, but at the "Mikasayama Ukigumo-no-mine Yohaijo" located on the eastern outer side of the corridor that surrounds the main hall, you will find yourself gasping in awe.

There was a tense tranquility there that cannot be explained simply by being outside the corridor. The voices of worshippers who were just around a moment ago, and even their presence, suddenly disappear, leaving behind a mysterious place where only a "silence" akin to noise-canceling in the midst of city hustle and bustle remains.

Upon hearing, it is said that this space is dedicated to offering prayers towards "Mikasayama," the sacred mountain behind Kasuga Taisha, which has been a deep object of faith for about 1300 years. It is the closest place to Mikasayama, where general worshippers are not allowed to enter as it is a "forbidden area."

Perhaps because we are exposed to various noises daily, the serene time/space encountered in this sacred place felt like a very luxurious experience.

When visiting the workshop in Kofu, you can see a variety of metalworking tools lined up on the craftsmen's workbenches. While interacting with the craftsmen, it has become one of my pleasures to gaze at these tools. Hammers with handles carved to fit the hands of the craftsmen who use them, files that are used differently depending on their purpose and number... These tools, shaped by the craftsmen in pursuit of functionality, seem to possess a certain kind of beauty.

Coincidentally, in our new collection "Staple", we focused on one of the tools used by carpenters, the "Kasugai". It is a U-shaped nail driven in to join two pieces of wood together. This technique of fixing wood, brought from the Korean Peninsula, has been used domestically since the Kofun period. A tool that has been responsible for "joining together" since ancient times. This collection began by replacing the materials being joined from wood to natural stone and metal. The beauty of the tools used by craftsmen and our respect for their craftsmanship may have led us to encounter the "Kasugai".

Heading to the bakery that I learned about from a customer during the recent atelier open day.道すがら、When I looked around, I noticed that cherry blossoms were beginning to bloom here and there.Further along, the scent of daphne wafts past my nose.Perhaps because it has been cold lately, I was still feeling very much in a winter mood, butSpring had come to my feet without me even realizing it.This time of year, I always remember a passage from an essay written by Michio Hoshino during his stay in Fairbanks, Alaska.（For some reason, not in summer, but in spring）

The sensation of the wind caressing my cheeks is sweet,You can tell that the seasons are about to change. (Omitted)Human feelings are quite funny, aren't they?On one hand, I am inevitably influenced by trivial daily matters,The sensation of the wind and the hint of early summer can enrich us so much.（Michiho Hoshino "The Traveling Tree" Bungeishunjū, 1999）

Lately, I've been swayed by "trivial everyday matters,"I was unable to even notice the signs of the new season.The scent of daphne does not come no matter how much I scroll on my smartphone,You won't be able to encounter the cherry blossoms blooming in that place.Don't just settle for spring that comes flowing from social media,I want to feel the spring that touches me directly,This year, I plan to really savor it.

In a world like jewelry, the unit "1mm" is never small. Just a difference of 1mm can make something look delicate, feel elegant, or conversely, give a rough impression. It's fascinating how much the impression can change. By the way, many of cobaco's rings, including the "Gold Ring_plain(narrow)", are approximately 1mm in width. When the ring width reaches 2mm, it falls into the category of wedding rings in our brand.

As I mentioned earlier, we are currently preparing for a package renewal scheduled for this spring. While communicating with the designer we commissioned for the design, a discussion arose about whether "12mm" or "13mm" would be better for a certain part of the package. Here again is the "1mm difference." One feels sleek and tidy, while the other has a good balance and stability, even giving a sense of strength. We ultimately settled on "12mm."

As if delving into the folds of sensation, we focus on the small differences and observe them closely. Then, a world far richer than we imagined begins to unfold. If we hadn't immersed ourselves in this world, we might never have realized its joy. (Well, there are times when I feel like giving up...)

いつもお世話になっているloji flowerさんでお迎えした正月飾りを今年もアトリエの玄関口に飾りました。Adding just one shimekazari can cleanse the heart, so to speak,It’s mysterious because it makes me feel pure.

The deity of abundant harvests, Toshigami-samaTo welcome the new year, we have created shimenawa made from woven rice straw,Purification of impurities, the meaning of Mizuhiki,Wakamatsu, urajiro, and hikagekazura, which are auspicious items wishing for longevity...When you unravel it carefully,There are many cultures that Japanese people have cherished within a single ornament.It is interesting to catch a glimpse of what is being awaited.

Despite only being displayed for about two weeks,Since it has been a custom that has remained until now at the beginning of the year,I want to迎えたい the new year peacefully and safely.I suppose the feeling of wishing for that has not changed since ancient times.This year, especially, has been filled with difficult events right from the start of the year.I am deeply aware of the importance of being safe and sound.

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We express our deepest condolences to those who lost their lives in the recent Noto Peninsula earthquake.At the same time, to all those affected by the disaster, as well as your families,We sincerely extend our condolences to all those affected.The safety of everyone in the disaster-affected areas,I pray for a swift recovery.

Refined and elegant in both style and substance（ぶんしつひんぴん）

装いや立ち居振る舞い、The harmony between the external beauty of language and the substance of one's inner self.れているさま。

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As part of the online store renewal, a newBrand Concept CopyI met through a proposal from the copywriter I requested.たのが、この言葉でした。I feel that you have captured what we are aiming for.It has completely become my favorite word.

Critic Takami Yoshimoto discusses the "current self" and the "desired self."The dialogue exchanged between us is the most valuable thing.と説きました。What should I do now to get closer to my ideal self?It is by repeatedly asking oneself that abundance is created.Changing your attire or altering your behavior,While trying various things,The appearance and the inside gradually come into balance.その問答の往来のなかで、People may attain a beautiful presence, don't you think?Refined and elegant in both character and style「It is not important to "be," but rather,Refined and elegant in both style and substance「たろうとする」こと、つまり、I believe that the process to get there is what truly matters.

あたらしいブランドコンセプトである"うつくしい日々の予感。」の「予感」からは「Refined and elegant in both style and substanceたろうとする」I believe you will be able to sense the posture.Our jewelry is for the person who wears it "なりたい自分」I hope this will be a trigger to get closer to it,I will continue to work on jewelry making.