Wear-To-Scare theme
You can order all perfumes featured in this theme as a pack of samples.
In this theme
The Halloween season of ghouls, spooks, the undead and the better-off-dead is your chance to let your freak flag fly, perfume-wise.
With this selection, the gloves are off. No “do I smell pretty?” or “panty-dropper” fragrances here, because this line-up is all about conjuring the strongest emotions known to humans: shock, fear, revulsion, confusion, rage, lust. We’re talking suffocatingly sweet, overwhelmingly smoky, powerfully loud. Or stealthy helpings of rude nuances: urine, sweat, feces. Call them over-the-top, call them extra, call them “kill me now!”, but call them you will, because their tyrannical power over all noses in your presence is irresistible.
It seemed like a great idea at the time: ditch the rat race, get off-grid, and build a cabin in the forest with your own bare hands. Unfortunately for you, it turns out there’s more to wiring than changing a three-pin plug. You fell asleep with the lights on and woke up dead. On the plus side, the wreckage smells pretty good: smouldering wood, metallic rose oxide, and charred electrics.
Rampantly animalic, Goat puts the rut in your strut with the unwashed hair smell of costus, along with nuances of oud, goat’s milk and mushroom. At the crossroads of virile and bestial.
Faded perfume on an abandoned dolly found at the bottom of a suitcase shoved in the back of the attic. There’s a tender bouquet of distant violet and rose, but don’t get too nostalgic. The dusty iris soon disintegrates with the spectre of civet and armpit, making you wonder: is this the smell of the doll, or the long-dead child who once played with it?
Hexensalbe, also known as witches’ flying ointment, was a hallucinogenic salve used in witchcraft in the middle ages. It was a mixture of extremely poisonous ingredients that produced an ecstatic trance with powerful sensations of flying, images of otherworldly creatures and a primal sexual hunger.
Fruit punch with emphasis on the PUNCH. Tropical spew in the form of scratchy-sweet pineapple, crisp green apple and rich mango. As the cold sweat evaporates, soft almond and coconut infuse the floral and woody haze.
Inspired by the iconic cocktail Piña Colada, Kajal Kolada pays homage to escape and blissful pleasure. Kolada starts as it means to go on with a skyscraper pineapple, given an assertive twist by a metallic lily-of-the valley accord. The uneasy alliance of tropical fruit with this mineral floral is fleshed out with creamy coconut milk and amber. A provocative perfume.
The setting: the aftermath of an unnamed catastrophe. The smell: the sweet meat smell of “just off” corpses, sloppily preserved with embalming fluids. The air fills with the uncomfortable energy of the formerly alive, transforming vitality into a haze of bilge water, metallic discharge and dried saliva. In Rigor Mortis, the mix between indolic florals, seaweed, and animalic beeswax and civet creates an emotional fragrance that needs to be discovered slowly.
