Brooklyn flowering in the early aughts where wild packs of dogs roamed free among savage weeds and anything seemed possible.
I moved to Brooklyn in 2002 when I was 22. Almost everyone I knew was doing something interesting. Once I left a poker game at 3 am in Bushwick. As I stepped onto the street. I was shocked to encounter a wild pack of dogs–the alpha leader, the Lil’ scruff, the dame, etc.
New York was wild; it seemed like anything was possible. You could study the weeds that grew out of the cracks in Brooklyn, and even start a perfume company out of nowhere.-D.S.
When our fume master David creates our fragrances, he sees them in color. The throw of a particular aroma can be described in the colors it implies in the mind of one with synethesia. Vetyer can smell straw like yellow, patchouli, deep red, and so on. David is very enthusiastic about translating an idea from one discipline to another—so music, words, and ultimately color become aromas to wear on skin and in sanctuary.
Ubiquitous clean flowery herb famous in soaps and perfumes. There are many varieties—some floral, others green and bitter like rosemary. Solvent extraction brings out a deep grassy hay and vegetal absolute.
An accord that brings teeth rattling woody ambers together with silky metallic musks. Brutalist fumes!)
A gassy leather note that smells of car interiors and fine sneakers.