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.
Husky Nordic vilde grasses with deep black currant & juniper berries on ashwood shyps.
Catch a break beyond boardshops brimming with flower patterns nestled near touristy trinket stores & sad hat racks. Wipeout!
Tiny tendrils suckle honey summer sunshine. Quarter water’s alien green glows by disorganized baseball games. The corner garden blazeth on.
Suckle Honey City
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A strange and unusual aura of ether, ghostly old pages, magic chalk, & spectral fumes dosed with funerary incense.
Handbook for the Recently Deceased
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.
Brooklyn comes alive in spring. Bold yellow magnolia pops from sidewalks, flowering weeds, graffiti near cherry trees in tiny parks with black iron gates.
Reserve aged patchouli CO2 overdosed with a bleeding heart of rare osmanthus, orris root, and spiced opoponax.
Bleeding Heart Patchouli
Sunscreen, salt-on-skin, ocean airs on the coast of Queens where privet hedge flowers blaze by pastel condos. Up on the rewf!
Novel molecules flower through industrial grit as New York City forms.
First Light Five Boroughs
Brooklyn in spring where vivid flower bushes bloom in concrete cracks.
12 ounces of the finest Bulgarian Rose Absolute Kazanlak in a narcotic base of pure musk and amber.