“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦.” -Patti Smith, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɪᴅꜱ
𝔖𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱… the ghost of the first springtime rains in NYC.
This scent evokes: Haunting 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.
ᴛᴏᴘɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: ɢᴀʟʙᴀɴᴜᴍ, ʟɪɴᴅᴇɴ, ꜱʜɪꜱᴏ
ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ: ʏʟᴀɴɢ ʏʟᴀɴɢ, ᴄɪᴛʏ ʀᴀɪɴ
ʙᴀꜱᴇ: ɴᴀɢᴀʀᴍᴏᴛʜᴀ, ᴘᴇᴛʀɪᴄʜᴏʀ
Not intended to mask natural body smells like artificial perfumes, these blends work with, rather than against your chemistry to create a unique aroma for each individual.
10ml black glass bottle with steel roller ball, all natural essential oil blend in a jojoba base. (Essential oils are not recommended for the pregnant or nursing, and never to be taken internally. Although rare, discontinue use if irritation occurs. Volatile oils may discolor clothing or oxidize jewelry)