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You've made it to the end of the world. From the hillside you can see everything disappearing into the Pacific Ocean. All that's out there is the orange gravity of the sun. Everywhere else, blue – the sea and the sky stretched out in equal expanse.
An ordinary feeling washes over you. The grapes are in the fridge, cold. The bucktoothed horses are happy, or at the very least, contented. The bathtub is clean and ready. Out there, the seaweed sways like a lullaby.
The sun lowers – commanding presence without charisma. This is an ominous sunset, a hungry sky. It's screaming as it dips below the horizon – its hair is standing on end! You wait, holding your breath, until the blaze is swallowed by the depth of blue around it. Blue to darker blue to forever blue. The cool air comes, and soon, a heavenly fog.
Eau de parfum · 50ml · limited edition of 15
Ships last week of September
You've made it to the end of the world. From the hillside you can see everything disappearing into the Pacific Ocean. All that's out there is the orange gravity of the sun. Everywhere else, blue – the sea and the sky stretched out in equal expanse.
An ordinary feeling washes over you. The grapes are in the fridge, cold. The bucktoothed horses are happy, or at the very least, contented. The bathtub is clean and ready. Out there, the seaweed sways like a lullaby.
The sun lowers – commanding presence without charisma. This is an ominous sunset, a hungry sky. It's screaming as it dips below the horizon – its hair is standing on end! You wait, holding your breath, until the blaze is swallowed by the depth of blue around it. Blue to darker blue to forever blue. The cool air comes, and soon, a heavenly fog.
Eau de parfum · 50ml · limited edition of 15
Ships last week of September
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You've made it to the end of the world. From the hillside you can see everything disappearing into the Pacific Ocean. All that's out there is the orange gravity of the sun. Everywhere else, blue – the sea and the sky stretched out in equal expanse.
An ordinary feeling washes over you. The grapes are in the fridge, cold. The bucktoothed horses are happy, or at the very least, contented. The bathtub is clean and ready. Out there, the seaweed sways like a lullaby.
The sun lowers – commanding presence without charisma. This is an ominous sunset, a hungry sky. It's screaming as it dips below the horizon – its hair is standing on end! You wait, holding your breath, until the blaze is swallowed by the depth of blue around it. Blue to darker blue to forever blue. The cool air comes, and soon, a heavenly fog.
Ships last week of September
I'm in that small town – flat roads, bent grass, sky big domed like a cathedral. I'm not cursed but I am called to unwelcome places. Bartender with a bruised cheek. Truck running exhaust in the parking lot. Hot summer night feels like american dreaming: wet sweaty and fearing God's absence.
I drive with the radio on, windows down, music traveling through am/fm waves, in the air, passing through the body of the car. Lodging in a part of me, the song grows. It's about us.
I was alright / for a while / I could smile for a while. The world is peaceful except for the pain; missing you. Oh, this ache. It consumes me in a way you never could. Don't get upset baby, it's just the way I was built.
Eau de parfum · 50ml · limited edition of 15
Ships last week of September
I'm in that small town – flat roads, bent grass, sky big domed like a cathedral. I'm not cursed but I am called to unwelcome places. Bartender with a bruised cheek. Truck running exhaust in the parking lot. Hot summer night feels like american dreaming: wet sweaty and fearing God's absence.
I drive with the radio on, windows down, music traveling through am/fm waves, in the air, passing through the body of the car. Lodging in a part of me, the song grows. It's about us.
I was alright / for a while / I could smile for a while. The world is peaceful except for the pain; missing you. Oh, this ache. It consumes me in a way you never could. Don't get upset baby, it's just the way I was built.
Eau de parfum · 50ml · limited edition of 15
Ships last week of September
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I'm in that small town – flat roads, bent grass, sky big domed like a cathedral. I'm not cursed but I am called to unwelcome places. Bartender with a bruised cheek. Truck running exhaust in the parking lot. Hot summer night feels like american dreaming: wet sweaty and fearing God's absence.
I drive with the radio on, windows down, music traveling through am/fm waves, in the air, passing through the body of the car. Lodging in a part of me, the song grows. It's about us.
I was alright / for a while / I could smile for a while. The world is peaceful except for the pain; missing you. Oh, this ache. It consumes me in a way you never could. Don't get upset baby, it's just the way I was built.
Ships last week of September
You see her in a crowded room, a party. The song changes and something shifts. Candles drip wax onto tables. Bouquets of white flowers catch the warm light from the small flames. A slow rain makes the outdoors seem endless and ancient. Inside, this room, is glowing with importance. She is glowing with importance. Where have you seen her before?
She walks up to you, a dark drink in her hand, a bright berry settled at the bottom. You step closer, looking into the glass. Closer to her now, you check for electricity. Yes. The pistons churn – loud knocking at the garden gate. An opalescent flash from an animal's eye. A grip around your throat. You talk, and she does a magic trick.
She is putting a picture in your head. Close your eyes so you can see it.
Eau de parfum · 50ml · limited edition of 15
Ships last week of September
You see her in a crowded room, a party. A song is playing – something tender and trembling. Candles drip wax onto tables. A slow rain makes the outdoors seem endless and foreboding. Inside, this room, is glowing with importance. She is glowing with importance. Where have you seen her before?
She walks up to you, a dark drink in her hand, a bright berry settled at the bottom of it. You step closer, looking into the glass. Closer to her now, you check for electricity. Yes. The pistons churn – loud knocking at the garden gate. An opalescent flash from an animal's eye. You talk, and she does a magic trick.
She is putting a picture in your head. Close your eyes so you can see it.
Eau de parfum · 50ml · limited edition of 15
Ships last week of September
→
You see her in a crowded room, a party. The song changes and something shifts. Candles drip wax onto tables. Bouquets of white flowers catch the warm light from the small flames. A slow rain makes the outdoors seem endless and ancient. Inside, this room, is glowing with importance. She is glowing with importance. Where have you seen her before?
She walks up to you, a dark drink in her hand, a bright berry settled at the bottom. You step closer, looking into the glass. Closer to her now, you check for electricity. Yes. The pistons churn – loud knocking at the garden gate. An opalescent flash from an animal's eye. A grip around your throat. You talk, and she does a magic trick.
She is putting a picture in your head. Close your eyes so you can see it.
Ships last week of September
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