A deep brown flower perfume for amateur modernists dressed up in gigantic peak collar brown velvet tuxes and cheetah pantsuits, ready to sip martinis at their friend's friend's glasshouse out of the city. Have you met their eccentric childhood friend who wears polka dot headbands? She's taken over the guest cottage and is making experiments with all sorts of dried flowers and herbs. The desk is littered with plant parts, vials of old extracts, and vases of bizarre looking orchids she sources from "the best little shop" in Chinatown. See her collection of antique herbals with ridiculous recipes for "tussie mussies, " "pomanders, " "herbal vinegars, " and rudimentary perfumes. Her newest fragrance is "to die for." Made with exquisite floral extracts, her own distillations, and a musk that she can only get in Europe. It's chic, it's drab, it's what all her friends are wearing in the city. Don't you want to try it?
