Like a neon trident, vascular blooms rip through mercurial waters. Candied rosé sky floods the costal cottage provoking lucid dreams of obsessive Selkie skin-love, lips smack with saline dab.

Impression

Passion Fruit, Mulberry, Nasturtium, Honeysuckle, Rhubarb, Blaeberry, Camellia, Oysterplant.

Fade

Meadowsweet, Ambrette, Sesame, Amyris, Tonka Bean Absolute.

What a sticky mess.

Phloem is a diabolical assemblage of odourants that should oppose, but somehow attract.

There is a violent, primal sensuality that bewitches before embracing. The entire composition is a balancing act of contradicting raw materials blended instinctually to create a shocking and diffusive bouquet of devastating release.

Phloem presents a miasma of olfactory sin; flushed skin, shoreline, carnival frivolities, caviar, lipstick smears and erogenous effluvium.

Sucrose-sweetness is tempered with greasy spices that hinder Phloem from sliding into tooth-achingly sweet territory. A damp note of nutty driftwood and hot gooey styrax gum continues deep into the fade.

Phloem is hallucinogenic vapour with a marbled psychedelic development.