You’re living every day like it’s your last - and why not? There’s a spicy recklessness to this fragrance, fueled by cardamom and black pepper. It’s all heat and kinda hazy, as rosemary and violet leaf rise to the surface, followed by smooth balsam and sandalwood.

Focus the mind on the transcendental voice within - hear it merging with your own senses. Breathe it in - and it is released. Slow and deep inhaling - of the invisible - it fills your aura with iridescent light - the unexpected blast of INCENSE purifies your thoughts - The purple scent of LAVENDER touches your senses - calming the nervous system - All unnecessary distractions are slowly washed away - your mind is a blank page - ready for a revelation - or a revolution within - Weightless - everything is possible when your spirit is light like an IRIS petal - A sudden sparkle of PINK BERRIES makes you smile - Here it comes, the manifestation of inner peace - While MARJORAM gently weeps - the whisper of WHITE FLOWERS balances your senses - and a CLARY SAGE softly takes you higher. Transparent echoes of AMBROXAN and MUSKS escape upward from your spiritual depths - crossing the barrier between earth and heaven in plumes of MYRRH. All boundaries are pushed. The transcendental source of the creative spirit within you is finally unlocked. Like never before, you are hearing this voice, clearly. Now exhale… and create.

Rich and smoky vanilla absolute is one of the most beautiful materials in perfumery. It can secretly blend behind things in a way synthetic vanilla cannot. Synthetic vanilla based fragrances are usually sugary sweet and cloying. On skin real vanilla is warm and gourmand recalling jungle vines and good times.

Soulful by Nanette Lepore is a captivating fragrance that evokes a sense of natural beauty. With its blend of floral and woody notes, it creates an enchanting aura that reflects the free-spirited nature of its wearer.

Pt. Reyes National Seashore, in Northern California — hundreds of acres of lush forest, grassland, and rugged beach with a marine layer. There is a village along the coast turned artist enclave where residents used to remove road signs in order to remain in seclusion. Our hidden bohemia.

The fire dances to a marvelous tune played by the evening owl, the restless deer rustling through the woods, and the turtles splashing their way into oblivion. The smell of the tall trees engulf your senses, the warmth from the fire lights the night of tranquility.

" I am interested in hypothetical scent. Not everything has a strong or readily perceivable aroma, but objects can suggest a fragrance. Light bulbs glow. Electricity courses through their metal filaments. They melt the dust on their surface emitting wisps of heat. The tubes in amplifiers have a certain aroma. When my ‘69 Fender Deluxe gets heated-up (after rip-roaring monster shredding), the back of the amp produces a hot dusty metallic grease perfume—the scent of backstage in a humid venue. So what if there was a tube amplifier in an old radio made of sandalwood? Then the interaction of the heat would open up the pores of the wood, singing its smooth elegant fragrance - puffs of musky cedar, peach, coconut, lactones, milk. Real sandalwood essence is perfection. I often wear it neat. It smells of India, effigies, purity, focus. Unfortunately, it has been overharvested, so perfumers don’t use the oil from Mysore anymore. Radio Bombay is a deconstruction of the Mysore santal rebuilt from all the aspects written above. I imagine the radio sitting in a small hot shop in Bandra —the “Brooklyn” of Bombay (sorry). The heat deconstructs the oils in the wood. Ragas and Geeta Dutt tunes jangle out of its tiny speaker in the busy city. " -D.S."