Description

Scent Odyssey:

Top Notes (Blackcurrant + Apricot + Freesia): The curtain rises on a moonlit garden. Blackcurrant drips with Gothic allure—tart, mysterious, and faintly dangerous. Apricot slices through the darkness with golden sweetness, while freesia flutters like a moth drawn to a flickering lantern. It’s the scent equivalent of a locked diary found under a floorboard.

Middle Notes (Rose + Osmanthus + Patchouli): Rose emerges next, its petals velvety and bruised, as if plucked from a grave. Osmanthus adds a honeyed apricot whisper, while patchouli’s earthy growl anchors the drama. Together, they evoke a Victorian greenhouse—steamy, secretive, and overgrown with forbidden desire.

Base Notes (Oudh + Olibanum + Musk): The finale is a crescendo of smoke and shadow. Oudh smolders like a dying fire, olibanum’s incense curls toward the rafters, and musk clings to the skin like a lover’s final breath. It’s the aroma of a midnight séance—candle wax, whispered incantations, and the thrill of the unknown.

Why It’s a Mood:

For the Brooders: Wear it when you want to smell like a Byronic hero—tortured, poetic, and ridiculously attractive.

Gender? Enigmatic. Smells like a cipher on everyone—writers, rebels, and anyone who owns a leather-bound journal.

Craftsmanship: Alcohol-free and oil-based, it’s a fragrance that demands to be decoded.

When to Channel It:

Poetry slams (snap your fingers extra dramatically).

Stormy nights (pretend you’re in a Brontë novel).

When you need to feel like your life has a soundtrack.