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Cracked orris clay
I am a sucker for a petrichor fragrance, I crave that ozonic, fresh but biting quality that the ground after a rain shower has, and this fragrance may be one of my favourite takes in the petrichor genre.
MZ’s Petrichor is not damp, it is exceedingly dry, in the best way. It smells like cracked earth, dried up rainwater on orris concrete. It has a dusty, claylike quality that is so addictive, and a moody, but playful vibe, just like the rest of Marissa Zappas’ fragrance portfolio.
MZ’s Petrichor is not damp, it is exceedingly dry, in the best way. It smells like cracked earth, dried up rainwater on orris concrete. It has a dusty, claylike quality that is so addictive, and a moody, but playful vibe, just like the rest of Marissa Zappas’ fragrance portfolio.
Apothecary bubble bath
This fragrance opens immediately with the scent of osmanthus. But this osmanthus is not bright, juicy, and shampooey like other osmanthus’, it’s charred, ashy, medicinal, alluring. This fragrance smells like a Chinese apothecary bubble bath, wisps of incense, charred roots, and giant flowers.
I wore this for the first time to watch Haywire play under the A12, the scent of fireworks, motorbike exhaust and flamethrowers mixing with this fragrance was a masterpiece.
I wore this for the first time to watch Haywire play under the A12, the scent of fireworks, motorbike exhaust and flamethrowers mixing with this fragrance was a masterpiece.
Liminal birthday
This is one of the fragrances I’ve seen everyone talk about in reference to Marissa Zappas, and it is a banger.
To my nose, the fragrance opens with a white floral lemon cake frosting, hand studded tuberoses atop a pastel pink and yellow cake. I then get a hint of cocoa butter, like freshly moisturised skin, or hand cream. There’s a static element that you really have to pay attention to get, like rubbing balloons on your head at a birthday party, or the static electricity of a ball pit at a McDonald’s play place.
This fragrance aches with yearning, and a longing to return to a place you’ll never go back to. It’s the feeling of still being a little girl despite being in your mid 20s, and the disillusion and nostalgia for a time you considered simpler.
To my nose, the fragrance opens with a white floral lemon cake frosting, hand studded tuberoses atop a pastel pink and yellow cake. I then get a hint of cocoa butter, like freshly moisturised skin, or hand cream. There’s a static element that you really have to pay attention to get, like rubbing balloons on your head at a birthday party, or the static electricity of a ball pit at a McDonald’s play place.
This fragrance aches with yearning, and a longing to return to a place you’ll never go back to. It’s the feeling of still being a little girl despite being in your mid 20s, and the disillusion and nostalgia for a time you considered simpler.
Picnic at hanging rock
As a Victorian studies graduate, I’m always looking for fragrances to invoke the feeling of melancholy longing, repression, and mysticism. Tears perfectly meets that criteria.
It smells like the repression of desire, starched petticoats under dry heat, hot sweat rolling down a balmy forehead, the vague smell of church incense, resinous and sad. It smells like being lost in the wilderness, swallowed by the oppressive heat and looming landscape of the Australian outback. It is honestly Picnic at Hanging Rock embodied.
It smells like the repression of desire, starched petticoats under dry heat, hot sweat rolling down a balmy forehead, the vague smell of church incense, resinous and sad. It smells like being lost in the wilderness, swallowed by the oppressive heat and looming landscape of the Australian outback. It is honestly Picnic at Hanging Rock embodied.
Peanut milk tea
I work in a teahouse, and am very familiar with the nutty, roasted, caramelic scent and taste of hojicha, this is not hojicha in its raw form, more so a hojicha concentrate or syrup in a boba tea shop.
It opens with a milky mint, like a buttermint chew, and a fresh cracked coconut. It then starts to settle into a more tea like fragrance, but still not the dry hojicha I’m used to, more of a peanut milk tea to be honest. The mint does add a nice herbal quality, and this works really well with the seaweed which does invoke an undertone of Japanese green tea, vaguely.
This is less the tea leaf itself, and more so a peanut hojicha boba made with coconut milk. Nice, but not what it says on the tin really.
It opens with a milky mint, like a buttermint chew, and a fresh cracked coconut. It then starts to settle into a more tea like fragrance, but still not the dry hojicha I’m used to, more of a peanut milk tea to be honest. The mint does add a nice herbal quality, and this works really well with the seaweed which does invoke an undertone of Japanese green tea, vaguely.
This is less the tea leaf itself, and more so a peanut hojicha boba made with coconut milk. Nice, but not what it says on the tin really.
