Byrehoe

Dew drops, lotus blossoms, shampoo-commercial hair. Cue the Tranquil Spa Graphics.™ To my nose AdG reads as a voluptuous, waxy water lily, with the faintest pinch of lime. Sadly, the mint is MIA. It feels like the calligraphic version of Light Blue,...

A husky, peppery amber. Burnt sugar, wiry vetiver, desert air. And then woodsmoke, leather, myrrh. I get the “warm stone” texture. It’s a very fresh-outta-the-kiln kind of scent. Like basking upon sunbaked adobe or terracotta tiles. Feels...

Sakura-pink and glutinous. A sugar-encrusted fruity-floral, thickened with pastry dough. Decidedly starchy. Mochi is apparently gluten free, but this does not feel like a gluten free scent. As with most D’Annams I’ve enjoyed, the opening is one of a kind,...

Hyper-realistic matcha on first nose, a greenish French vanilla on the second. I believe the waffle cone. My favourite scents are herbal tea-adjacent (De Los Santos, Ching Shih), but for some reason I never got into matcha. That said, this...

Clean, elegant, antique. A powdery lullaby livened with lipstick. Kimono smells like borrowing the coat of someone much more fashionable and mature than myself. It’s as demure as Sakura Snow, but with a huskier tone. Office-safe, yet intimate. Sometimes...

Gentle, feathery, pure. Whisper-thin blossoms and cloudless skies. Clinical in a crisp white sheets kind of way. There is something of a crushed snow effect about it, at once aquatic and powdery. It’s soothing, but very put together. Like I feel I need...

Delivers exactly what it promises: rhubarb. Sweet, tart, clean, and candied rhubarb with a heavy hand of silken rose petals. Has that sparkling/carbonated texture to it, which I crave so much (adding to my growing file of “soda scents”). Similar...

Jet-puffed jasmine liquorice. A springy, blossomy herbal. This is what faerie candy must smell like. My favourite of Chopova Lowena’s art school Powerpuff Girls. The main character is the fennel, which adds a nice “chew” to an overall airy profile....

The leaf bikini Eve must have donned fleeing Eden. (Disclaimer: not a biblically-accurate fig). This is a tangy green, both fleshy and stemmy. There’s a creaminess too, both milky and powdery. In combination the green and the cream become...

Middle Eastern Rococo. A baby angel saffron, equal parts sugar and spice. Powdered sugar, powdered milk, a cloud of cardamom. I’ve never smelled the pale purple petals of a saffron flower, but this is what I want to imagine it smells like. This...

The trail of an Upper East Side witch. Brown sugar, velvet roses, crystals shop patchouli, smoking cloves in the back of an old limousine. A big city amber, of smoke and glamour, like Byredo’s 1996. But while 1996 is the indie sleaze daughter,...

This is a church pew scent if I’ve ever met one. Fresh wood varnish and antique oak form the heart while the softer milk and incense meld to create a diffused, vanillic glow. The blood orange is the main character; orchard air one breath, wood...