Archive Sale (Fruit Bat, Strawberry Moon, Garden Goth + more)
As Spring wanes, the heat looms and the delicate fragrance of fleeting florals turns to botanicals hot, humid, and green. The excitement of summer, and the melancholy pulse in rhythm to the beat of nostalgia, particularly though the magic and allure of familiar smells. Electric rain on the asphalt and honeyed linden blossom, making way for salt brined boardwalks and river breezes. Scent recall is our most primitive and powerful sense, working within fractions of a second to reach the places in our mind once thought long lost. The archive sale dusts off a few of our most requested products from the recent past, and those finally made solo from entrancing collections, some which may never return again except in memoriesβ¦
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The cult incense from Lupercalia 2021 returns in time for the full Strawberry Moon. Scented with pure essential oils of aphrodisiac flowers, herbes of the moon and Venus, with a hint of fruit based strawberry compound. The elevated version of hazy head shop synthetics. Juicy davana compliments watery pink lotus absolute, with a kiss of fresh berry and mysterious magnolia. Sandalwood, jasmine, and rose petals rise to the occasion when ignited, on a heat safe dish.
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A return of this seasonal classic. What if the striking Bleeding Heart had an attractive scent that matched its beckoning visage? These quintessential gothic beauties that grow in graduated blossoms, resembling hearts dripping blood have layers of meaning attached. A Japanese folk tale that explains the botany of the flowerβs anatomy tells a story of a young prince giving the plantβs unique petals away to his beloved before taking his life with a dagger. All of the gifts in the storyβ rabbits, earrings, and silk slippersβ are shapes found within the flowerβ¦ down to the knife in the heart at its very core. In the Victorian language of flowers it signifies romantic feelings, but in modernity has come to mean those with a tender nature who cares for every just cause. This fitting fragrance opens with aldehydic blood orange coursing through veins, alleviated of its true tang with metallic perilla. Delicate lace foliage against lemon balmβs heart shaped nectared aroma. A heart-beet of vegetal geosmin and intriguing bittersweet narcotic jam. A hint of analgesic rosewater and candy necklace is the only indication that this may in fact, be a flower and not a piece of art. The avant garden anti-floral perfume you didnβt know you needed.
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The ghost of the first springtime rains in NYC. An Eau De Toilette remix of a star nostalgic scent in vibrant chlorophyll green. It evokes ghosts of feral florals finally emerging on trees lining the streets. An urban petrichor of electricity on window screens. A damp subway token, faded from human touch. Day turns to night, cold metallics warm, and greenery turns sweet in this ephemeral spectre of a fragrance, that leaves unconscious ectoplasm of bygone memories upon the skin. Dirty and innocent at once. For all those who revel in this season in the greatest city in the world.
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This Avant garde fruity-floral is a nocturnal terror undetectable in blackened skies above. A predator stalking its pulsing preyβ if youβre a drupe. An innocuous beast, with a playful yet refined aroma to match; inspired by burgundy juice, dripping from the mouth of a velvety flying fox. Black cassis, rare waxen boronia, and belladonna accord compliment leathery osmanthus petals masquerading as wings, ripe fig, and night blooming jasmine co2. Replete with blood orange gore, black lotus, and exsanguinated cherry top notes. Put it where you want to be bitten by an herbivore vampire.
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ππ’π―π°π’πΆ ππ’π³π¦π© β¦β§ perfume 10ml in jojoba
Based on the infamous legend from the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey, this is among our most famous state folklore. According to legend, a local woman known as Mrs Leeds was having her 13th child, whom she cursed during a difficult birth. She exclaimed, βLet it be the devil!β and her wish was granted. It was borne monstrous and winged, with a horse like head, cloven hooves, and a long tail. Letting out a screech, it spread its leathery wings and took off into the cedar swamps. It still lives there, among the pitch pines and shadows, stalking humans foolish enough to be alone in the sacred wild. Spicy hellfire top notes and ancient evergreen are a match made in hell for a base of incense and amber, blood red cedar wood, and swampy moss. The smell of animalic leathery dragon wings on the night sky will enchantβ as though hypnotized by the unknown itself.
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ππ«π€π’π© π¬π£ ππ’π―π πΆ β¦β§ perfumed body oil, 2oz Sultry, spicy, sweetβ and a little dangerous; named after a murderous nurse who kills rather than cares. A gourmand slasher good enough to eat (but please donβt). Sensual cardamom and inviting cinnamon add chai spice to a proprietary whiskey cola accord, and a heart of hard oak with benzoin notes. Perfect to wear alone as an autumnal veil, or to create depth underneath a layer of other fragrant materia. A coconut and jojoba base
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A creative perfume redefining the aromatics of vegetation for the summer months, where one wants to revel in unique greenery ambient around us. A visionary fragrance for the avant-gardeners who get their hands dirty in the loamy, rich earth and want to smell like the fruits of their labor. Bitter wormwood and verdant galbanum invite the wearer to the kingdom plantae ahead, enveloping and supporting a unique heart of sharp artichoke absolute. A botanical soil accord centered around dark patchouli grounds and invigorates and creates a sense of disorientation, yet familiarity. A sweet absolute of chamomile entices, with a hint of herbal, musky catnip to lure in pollinators. Garden Goth is the dark response to a verdant fougere, the suggestion of victorian greenhouse gleaming at the edges.
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