A Mistpouffer, a.k.a. a skyquake, is an unexplained sound; a strange, inexplicable rumbling or crash. In Japan the phenomenon is called uminari or “cries from the sea.” In Connecticut, Native Americans called the area around Mount Tom Machimoodus, meaning “Place of Bad Noises.” Possible explanations: solar winds, shallow earthquakes, extraterrestrial shenanigans, subsurface civilizations. Early settlers in North America were told by the native Iroquois that the booms were the sound of The Great Spirit shaping the earth.
Stora Skuggan spent nearly four years trying to bottle the smell of this mystical thunder, and after hundreds of failed iterations they finally landed on a formula that’s airy, eerie, and utterly addictive. It’s sweet, subtle smoke mixed with grassy wetlands. It’s immortelle and marshy ozone; woody vetiver and spicy cypriol. It’s natural. It’s supernatural. We could blast ourselves with this stuff all day and happily combust. We won’t. But we could.
What We Think
Foggy but not aquatic, smoky but not heavy. Natural, but in equal parts supernatural.
