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Velvet Circuit Perfume Oil

Velvet Circuit Perfume Oil

Aroma palette is ozonic, darkly floral, and slightly gourmand. Highlights include black lace, vinyl, velvet static, incense, pvc clothing, wrapped records, metal, a touch of leather, powder makeup, hair dye, wild cherry lip gloss, and air conditioning. 

This scent is built from memory. Not one memory, but the overlap of two kinds of places that shaped the perfumers generation. First, the cool blast of air conditioning from the back of a mall, where band tees hung in rows beside PVC skirts, studded jewelry, and black nail polish. Then, the deeper smell of underground city shops, dim and narrow, where the walls were covered in posters, the floors were worn, and the air carried incense, metal, and the cling of leather from someone who just stepped out.

There’s the black lace and velvet sparked with static that you’d find in a hidden goth shop. There’s the plasticky warmth of vinyl and PVC clothing, and the soft powdery haze of makeup hanging in the air behind a ghosting of hair dye and the glossy sweetness of wild cherry lip balm. There’s a trace of leather, too, but softened by wear. A trace of record sleeves, metal displays, and skin warmed by fluorescent lights.

This is what it smelled like to be a little bit strange and find the first version of yourself, surrounded by too much eyeliner, the right kind of music, and clothes that felt like armor. 

This is a beautifully wearable atmospheric, resinous and witchy with hints of fruit and deep dark florals.

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Velvet Circuit Perfume Oil

Aroma palette is ozonic, darkly floral, and slightly gourmand. Highlights include black lace, vinyl, velvet static, incense, pvc clothing, wrapped records, metal, a touch of leather, powder makeup, hair dye, wild cherry lip gloss, and air conditioning. 

This scent is built from memory. Not one memory, but the overlap of two kinds of places that shaped the perfumers generation. First, the cool blast of air conditioning from the back of a mall, where band tees hung in rows beside PVC skirts, studded jewelry, and black nail polish. Then, the deeper smell of underground city shops, dim and narrow, where the walls were covered in posters, the floors were worn, and the air carried incense, metal, and the cling of leather from someone who just stepped out.

There’s the black lace and velvet sparked with static that you’d find in a hidden goth shop. There’s the plasticky warmth of vinyl and PVC clothing, and the soft powdery haze of makeup hanging in the air behind a ghosting of hair dye and the glossy sweetness of wild cherry lip balm. There’s a trace of leather, too, but softened by wear. A trace of record sleeves, metal displays, and skin warmed by fluorescent lights.

This is what it smelled like to be a little bit strange and find the first version of yourself, surrounded by too much eyeliner, the right kind of music, and clothes that felt like armor. 

This is a beautifully wearable atmospheric, resinous and witchy with hints of fruit and deep dark florals.

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Aroma palette is ozonic, darkly floral, and slightly gourmand. Highlights include black lace, vinyl, velvet static, incense, pvc clothing, wrapped records, metal, a touch of leather, powder makeup, hair dye, wild cherry lip gloss, and air conditioning. 

This scent is built from memory. Not one memory, but the overlap of two kinds of places that shaped the perfumers generation. First, the cool blast of air conditioning from the back of a mall, where band tees hung in rows beside PVC skirts, studded jewelry, and black nail polish. Then, the deeper smell of underground city shops, dim and narrow, where the walls were covered in posters, the floors were worn, and the air carried incense, metal, and the cling of leather from someone who just stepped out.

There’s the black lace and velvet sparked with static that you’d find in a hidden goth shop. There’s the plasticky warmth of vinyl and PVC clothing, and the soft powdery haze of makeup hanging in the air behind a ghosting of hair dye and the glossy sweetness of wild cherry lip balm. There’s a trace of leather, too, but softened by wear. A trace of record sleeves, metal displays, and skin warmed by fluorescent lights.

This is what it smelled like to be a little bit strange and find the first version of yourself, surrounded by too much eyeliner, the right kind of music, and clothes that felt like armor. 

This is a beautifully wearable atmospheric, resinous and witchy with hints of fruit and deep dark florals.