Top Notes 
Bergamot
Earl Grey tea
Smoky notes
Heart Notes 
Lavender
Milk
Honey
Base Notes 
Sandalwood
Vanilla absolute
White musk
Ambergris
03/14/2025
Mlleghoul
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Agnes Pelton in a fog machine
The House of Brandt's London Fog is some spectral cousin to fog—something that exists in the otherworldly luminosity of Agnes Pelton's "Winter, 1933." The perfume pulses with the same geometric abstractions that hover in Pelton's misty void, not the creamy bergamot-laced Earl Grey of marketing copy, but a cold, misty-creamy radiance emanating from some unseen source rather than actual tea or milk.
Imagine if fog machines at every art school party since 1987 had been secretly emitting tiny particles of Pelton's visionary essence instead of glycerin—a milky bath of fog that somehow has its own consciousness. The promised vanilla isn't gourmand or even particularly sweet—it's the idea of vanilla translated through some cosmic filter, the way the visionary artist rendered natural phenomena as pulsing light forms floating in electric blue atmospheres. The promised lavender exists only as a faint purple outline around a gossamer cloud, a geometric frame containing something vast and dreamy within it.
The scent creates a numinous space around the wearer, a sanctuary of vapor and light. Whispers of lemony citrus thread through lactonic vanilla, while soft sandalwood provides not structure but a luxurious dissipation—a comforting dissolve into soft, meditative disembodiment that feels both intimate and infinite at once.
Imagine if fog machines at every art school party since 1987 had been secretly emitting tiny particles of Pelton's visionary essence instead of glycerin—a milky bath of fog that somehow has its own consciousness. The promised vanilla isn't gourmand or even particularly sweet—it's the idea of vanilla translated through some cosmic filter, the way the visionary artist rendered natural phenomena as pulsing light forms floating in electric blue atmospheres. The promised lavender exists only as a faint purple outline around a gossamer cloud, a geometric frame containing something vast and dreamy within it.
The scent creates a numinous space around the wearer, a sanctuary of vapor and light. Whispers of lemony citrus thread through lactonic vanilla, while soft sandalwood provides not structure but a luxurious dissipation—a comforting dissolve into soft, meditative disembodiment that feels both intimate and infinite at once.
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