Scent Descriptions

Signature Range.

Berevement - floral

A requiem in fragrance, Barevement blooms like funeral flowers scattered over cold marble. Sweetness drips through its veins — spun sugar and marshmallow — only to be tangled in shadows of midnight jasmine and anise. Beneath, the earth exhales with cedar, amber, and vanilla, grounding the fleeting florals in a bed of sorrow and silk.

It is both tender and tragic, a scent of beauty born from loss — delicate petals wilting in candlelight, sweetness lingering like a final kiss. Barevement is not worn; it clings like grief itself, unforgettable, unholy, and eternal.

Cadaver - earthy

Step into the Sanctum of Shadows — an ancient, candlelit chamber hidden deep within a forgotten cathedral. Amber Teak & Moss lingers like whispered secrets on damp stone walls, where time drips slowly and the veil between worlds grows thin.

Earthy teakwood and tangled moss awaken the forest floor beneath your feet, as if the ruins themselves breathe in silence. A heart of golden amber smolders with mystic warmth, wrapping around you like the embrace of a cloaked specter. Finally, a trace of blackened vanilla curls through the gloom — sweet, yet sinister — a last indulgence before descent into the arcane unknown.

Decompose - fruity

Sweetness rots beneath the surface.

Decompose is the scent of black cherries ripened to the edge of ruin — lush, dripping, and disturbingly decadent. As the fruit ferments in the shadows, its nectar thickens into something richer… darker… almost forbidden.

Hints of crushed crimson linger like blood on wilted petals, conjuring the sweetness of death and the beauty found in decay. This is no innocent cherry — this is a requiem in a bottle, where pleasure and putrefaction walk hand in hand.

Let it spoil. Let it seduce. Let it decompose.

Demonic - food inspired

Demonic is a sugar-laced seduction cloaked in innocence and temptation. It begins with a whisper of anise and sugar, like the first bite of a cursed confection — enticing, delicate, and deadly. At its heart, heliotrope florette blooms like a ghostly garden under a blood moon, floral yet otherworldly, perfumed with forbidden dreams.

As the scent descends, it melts into a base of milky coconut and buttercream vanilla — rich, creamy, and sinfully smooth, like a deal sealed with a kiss and a curse.

Succumb to the sweet. Worship the wicked. This is dessert from the depths.

Grotesque - fruity

Grotesque is a twisted carnival of scent — where sweetness turns sinister and fruit bleeds decadence. It begins in chaos: orange peel sliced through with smashed blackberries and wild strawberries, their juices staining pale fingers like fresh sin.

At its core, a juiced medley of green apple, concord grape, and Persian melon writhes with unnatural brightness — too ripe, too perfect, too… alive. But the finale is the most disturbing: a bed of leafy greens, bourbon vanilla, and crystallized sugar, cloying like a smile stretched just a bit too wide.

It’s candy-coated corruption — berry delightful, but beautifully grotesque.

Immortal - perfume dupe

Darkness never dies. It lingers… beautifully.

Immortal is the scent of eternal allure — a shadow-laced perfume pulsing with midnight energy. Bold and narcotic, it opens with a surge of black coffee and electric citrus, igniting the senses like a heartbeat after the final breath.

The heart reveals a haunting bloom of jasmine and orange blossom, veiled in mystery and decadence. As it settles, smoky vanilla, patchouli, and cedarwood curl around the wearer like the last kiss of a long-lost ghost.

Seductive, addictive, unforgettable.

Because beauty fades… but the wicked live forever.

It’s candy-coated corruption — berry delightful, but beautifully grotesque.

Lobotomy - fruity

So sweet it scrambles your sanity.

Lobotomy is a sugar-shocked swirl of grape bubblegum madness, bursting with artificial cheer and unnerving nostalgia. It hits fast — bright, juicy, and loud — like a candy-coated drill straight to the frontal lobe.

Underneath the pop and fizz, there's something… off. A syrupy echo of childhood joy, warped and humming with chaos. It’s grape-flavoured delirium, bottled for the brave and beautifully unhinged.

Side effects may include sudden giggling, sticky fingers, and a complete loss of control.

Mortuary - fragrance dupe

Sweetness... embalmed.

Mortuary is a sickly-sweet spectral delight — a bubblegum-pink ghost that haunts the air with shimmering sugar and playful rot. Bursting with cotton candy, pear drops, and vanilla musk, it clings like glitter to cold skin and lingers long after the last rites are read.

It’s innocence preserved — too sweet, too bright, too unnatural. Like a frosted coffin dressed in satin and sparkles.

Adorably unholy. Disturbingly divine. Death never smelled this cute.

Nefarious - Sweet

Darkness coils in a swirl of blackened liquorice, sharp and sinister, while a chilling strike of mint cuts through like a dagger in the night. This scent is wickedly fresh yet unnervingly sweet — a twisted harmony of shadow and frost. Bold, brazen, and unholy in its allure, Nefarious lingers like a forbidden whisper, daring those who breathe it in to surrender to its power.

Salem - woody/earthy

Salem is fire and folklore — a bewitching blend of cinnamon bark, clove, and smoldering spice, steeped in the whispers of witches and the crackle of kindling beneath their feet. It wraps around you like a ritual cloak, warm and intoxicating, with every note echoing a spell half-spoken.

There’s no comfort here — only power. This isn’t pumpkin pie. This is the scent of the stake, the spell, and the storm.

Light it. Breathe deep. Burn beautifully.

Seance - sweet

Call the spirits… in style.

Séance is a fragrance stitched from whispers and wonder — a mystical swirl of candied fruits, soft florals, and vanishing musk. Sweet yet spectral, it floats through the veil like incense in a candlelit parlour, where the living dare to speak with the dead.

Familiar, comforting, and just a little eerie — like a perfume left on lace gloves in a forgotten drawer. It doesn’t shout. It haunts.

One spritz, and something answers.

Zodiac - fruity

Destiny dipped in sugar.

Zodiac is a cosmic swirl of creamy banana, vanilla ice, and celestial nostalgia, like childhood memories orbiting a darker moon. It’s sweet, dreamy, and strangely hypnotic — a pastel prophecy painted in banana yellow and star-born sugar.

Beneath the innocence lies something deeper — a sense of fate, a scent of déjà vu. Each note feels written in the stars… or maybe carved into them.

Whimsical. Wicked. Written in your chart.

Mens Collection

Eulogy- fruity

Deep as a church bell tolling at midnight, Eulogy binds the soul in smoke and solemnity. Amber smolders with a golden, infernal glow, while sandalwood carves its weight into the air like ancient stone. Dark, masculine, and uncompromising, this is the scent of ritual and ruin — a final hymn whispered for the unholy.

Obituary- Bourbon

Sweetness laced with sin, Obituary drips warm bourbon over a coffin of smoked vanilla. Seductive yet solemn, it smolders like candles guttering in a crypt, wrapping the air in whispers of vice and velvet. This is no gentle farewell — it is desire dressed in mourning, a final indulgence carved into memory. Obituary is rich, intoxicating, and unapologetically unholy.

Sacrament - Fragrance Dupe

Cold as a cathedral at midnight, Sacrament exhales a chill of steel and shadow. Icy woods entwine with smoke and stone, sharpened by a darkness that cuts to the bone. This is no holy offering — it is defiance bottled, a ritual for the damned. Masculine, gothic, and mercilessly unclean, Sacrament lingers like sin on the skin.

Slaughter- Bourbon

Refined violence, bottled. Slaughter opens with a sharp cut of citrus and rum before sinking into a heart of bruised florals — lavender, jasmine, and violet crushed beneath the weight of shadow. Its foundation is a grave of sandalwood, oakmoss, and smoke-stained vanilla, bound by amber and musk. The result is elegance laced with brutality, a scent both dashing and damned.