Fragrance Crypt

  • Antihero: Who doesn't love a badass, brooding antihero? Well-worn leather, the acrid smoke of cigarettes, and a soft side of honey and vanilla.

  • Arsenic & Old Lace: One of our very first blends. Sweet black cherry tarts with warm, clinging honeymusk tea and a soft wisp of old-fashioned perfume - roses, honeysuckle, gardenia, and chamomile.

  • Asphyxiate: Our amber from Summer O5 took our breath away. Rich and resinous, accented with shreds of earthy patchouli, and sharp sandalwood.

  • Blood: Our take on this vital fluid is a full-bodied, spiced Merlot splattered with dried figs, dripping with resins, and a gushing bouquet of berries.

  • Candied Razorblades: Equal parts sugar rush and shiver down the spine. Red licorice, black cherry, melting chocolate, and caramel smoke. 

  • Cobwebs: An ambiguous spill of Cabernet and salt. Wood rot, dried eucalyptus, cotton, and sooty, guttered candles caked with age-old dust.

  • Coven: Sacred woods - cedar, hinoki, and palo santo and the glowing essence of ancient frankincense and myrrh resins.

  • Creepy Hill Cabin: Rustling patchouli leaves, dark vanilla, and an irresistible allure of fireside pralines and campy 80s horror movies.

  • Death Metal: A Slayer. Distortion of cold mineral spring waters brought to a violent boil and infused by electric black currant, grungy oakmoss, and backstage jasmine.

    • Drakaina: She-dragon's blood, smoldering snapdragons, and scorched dragon fruit.

    • Eatable Pillow: Gossamer-light marshmallows, grounded by sweet amber, and drizzled with bright lavender syrup.

    • Embalmed: A king's sarcophagus brimming with a ransom of green tea, eucalyptus, and Egyptian musk.

    • Ginger Snapped: A slightly psychotic blend of sweet cinnamon, rich cardamom, spicy ginger, and a faint touch of innocent vanilla.

    • Haunt: A phantasm of dried sweet pea, violet, and Victorian roses.

    • Hell On Heels: Evading deals with the devil, in heels, and enflamed with the redolence of haute peonies.

    • Howler: Winter's wolf moon midnight lamented with bourbon, clove, casks of oak, and a luminous blend of orange, orchid, and flannel sheets.

    • Jack O.: Pumpkin Spiced Latte's asshole cousin. 

    • Killer Beez: Lethal sweet cream, vanilla smoked frankincense and myrrh, dripping honey pots, molten beeswax, and buzzsaw-harvested oats. She's a pistil with a hint of nutz. Consider yourself swarmed.

    • Krakatoa: Exotic fruits - coconut, papaya, mango - amidst sweet berries, apples, and nectarine. An explosive burst of citrus and light musk, salted driftwood, and sugar cane.

    • Mechanical Bull: Cucumber, green tea, and even greener pastures of sap moss. Buckin', plowing, and stampeding through rapturous meadows of 8-second pleasure and ecstasy.

      • Pearl Diver: A delicate play of bergamot and jasmine, orchid and violet, over a sensible wash of sandalwood, and salty kelp.

      • Priestess: A bubble-bursting baptism in wisteria, freesia, and pomegranate-scented holy waters.

      • Pyromania: Peculiarly spicy, warm black pepper, sweetened with brown sugar, and a veil of smoke and campfire s'mores. 

      • Retrograde: A star-studded break in rank dark florals deepending into peppered vanilla. 

      • Scrying Moon: The moon and sun cross paths, opening a portal for scryers. Evergreen, hyacinth, and tuberose. April 8th, 2024 - Solar Eclipse exclusive.

      • Singing Vultures: Dark melody tuberose, withering black peonies, and severed Victorian rosebuds, layered with notes of grim spices, woods, and vetiver.

      • Smashing: Chunky punky pie splattered and spiced with cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove. Obliterated marshmallow whipped into creme puffs.

       

      • The Bitch Is Back: She doesn't knock. She kicks the door open in neon pear, peachy vanilla, and a flash of gardenia.

        • unAPOLLOgetic: An astro-bazaar of solar-flared tropical fire fruits, cosmic smoke and mirrors, and moon-shadowed poppies. April 8th, 2024- Solar Eclipse exclusive.

        • Undead Gentleman: The redolence of Billy Butcherson. The cravat of a witch's ex-boyfriend, hallowed ground, and 300 years of silence.

        • Velveteen: Pink satin lingerie, black bowtie, and cuffs & cotton tails—a perfumed exploitation of iconic 1980s feminine sexuality. Bushy wildflowers and sweet, juicy melons.
        • Wildin': Red leopard-print holster leather, blazing orchids, and stinging cactus blooms perfume the air of a wild-west tequila sunset.