Wolterkam

This is a fragrance a robot mother would wear. Soft, clean, loving, but at the same time uncannily inhuman. It's more than it seems.

Opens with realistic pepper. Dry down reminds me of a winter pantry. Vegetal, spicy, woody and cold. Weirdly cosy, but not in a "happy" way.

A vegetable salad marinated in shampoo and flower pot water. Inoffensive, but peculiar enough to be noticed.

A bag of freshly unearthed potatoes dropped in the middle of a luxury hotel room. Unlike anything else.

This is what I imagine an algorithm would come up with if they were tasked to create a "perfect" fragrance. Beautiful but soulless.