Studio Juice Archive

Limited edition batches hand-mixed in our Brooklyn studio.

Never to be seen again

Our fume master (that’s a technical term) David Seth Moltz employs the rarest, finest, and aged materials from his private collection. Drops are released when the time is right.

Catch a break beyond boardshops brimming with flower patterns nestled near touristy trinket stores & sad hat racks. Wipeout!

Wipeout!

August2022

Tiny tendrils suckle honey summer sunshine. Quarter water’s alien green glows by disorganized baseball games. The corner garden blazeth on.

Suckle Honey City

May2022

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Pistachio

February2022

A strange and unusual aura of ether, ghostly old pages, magic chalk, & spectral fumes dosed with funerary incense.

Handbook for the Recently Deceased

October2021

Sandy bracts bud on the high road to Taos. Desert paintbrush plant holds silent scent of gardenia built of hyacinth heads coloring vast vistas of New Mexican rock, shrub and scree.

Desert Paintbrush

August2021

Brooklyn comes alive in spring. Bold yellow magnolia pops from sidewalks, flowering weeds, graffiti near cherry trees in tiny parks with black iron gates.

Magnolia City

May2021

Reserve aged patchouli CO2 overdosed with a bleeding heart of rare osmanthus, orris root, and spiced opoponax.

Bleeding Heart Patchouli

December2020

Sunscreen, salt-on-skin, ocean airs on the coast of Queens where privet hedge flowers blaze by pastel condos. Up on the rewf!

Rockaway Beach

August2020

Novel molecules flower through industrial grit as New York City forms.

First Light Five Boroughs

July2020

Brooklyn in spring where vivid flower bushes bloom in concrete cracks.

Lilac City

May2020

12 ounces of the finest Bulgarian Rose Absolute Kazanlak in a narcotic base of pure musk and amber.

Duzina Rozi

February2020