Mlleghoul

Fruity, cereal-miky, and fuzzy, like slurping a bowl of Frankenberries from the pocket of your softest, pinkest, plushest hoodie.

Resinous vanilla incense almond blossom pudding, with an underlying plastic milkiness reminiscent of Japanese milk candy.

A mildewed cedar bento box, empty save for a few shrimpy and brackish strips of rehydrated kombu and sour scraps of pungent pickled ginger.

When you live in a pineapple under the sea, but you’ve converted it to a Harley Davidson showroom.

Smells like Brazilian Bum Bum cream’s sandalwood and salted caramel cut with the peachy iris musk of Glossier’s You.