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A tart green apple meets pungent white florals, but not the demure kind. These flowers lean animalic, almost fecal, with a slightly sour tang. It’s like biting into a crisp apple at dawn in a meadow while cows graze a little too close for olfactive comfort. Intriguing, but maybe not harmonious.

Another fig, but with an edge. Studio Scent is herbal and austere. Imagine a chilled black tea steeped with fig leaves in a shaded garden. Maybe a brick store nestled on the loud streets of Chicago or New York. I’m a little fig-fatigued, but this still manages to carve its own crisp, mossy niche.

Strawberry
Shortcake with strawberries baked right in, topped with powdered sugar. Just like a cake my mom bakes.

Vanilla
Sweet cream pudding with aromatic herbal touches. It’s a need.

Blueberry
A blueberry popsicle. Sweet melted sugar dripping down your hand, making everything sticky.

Pistachio
Pistachio ice cream. Creamy swirls of yellow vanilla. Pistachio mascarpone, thick and milky.

Seven vanillas, all dressed to the nines. This is luxury gourmand at its peak: lush, creamy vanilla ice cream spun from the finest ingredients, drizzled with burnt caramel. The golden crust on a creme brûlée protecting the velvety goodness underneath. Sweet, dense, and unapologetically indulgent.

This has way more leather than I expected. I don’t know why, but it instantly takes me to a ballet studio. There’s that odd scent of rubber mixed with a soft sweetness, like the changing rooms and worn-in pointe shoes. I’m completely captivated by the direction this fragrance takes and how intricate it feels. It’s a powdery gourmand leather through and through.