Sloth

Sloth starts as a very convincing damp forest fragrance, with a strong mushroom effect, woods, spices and a slightly powdery floral background. At first, I find that earthy fungal atmosphere genuinely interesting. The problem appears later: as the forest feeling fades, the humid mushroom facet becomes increasingly sour, musty and slightly dirty to my nose. By the end, it reminds me more of unwashed hands after cooking than of a forest floor. Extremely distinctive, but not something I enjoy wearing for long.

Hardly had I sprayed this perfume on my wrist and closed my eyes when the scent hit me in the gut. I was transported to the middle of a forest, the inimitable smell of moss mingling with the slightly more subtle scent of wild mushrooms. It immediately made me want to take a walk in the woods, lie on the ground, and regress back into childhood, to a time when everything was simpler and more beautiful. Above all, this perfume is a communion with nature, a return to the very essence of life. Perfect for long autumn walks and meditation. I will apply some before going to sleep while listening to ASMR; I'm sure it will help me relax and, who knows? shift to distant lands. 🦥💚

Zoologist Sloth is no ordinary perfume, but the scent of absolute deceleration and organic decay. The opening is both morbid and fascinating: you breathe in the inevitable process of decomposition. Overripe, rotting fruits merge inseparably with the heavy, animalic aura of an animal that has become one with its surroundings. The texture of this fragrance is entirely physical; it is the smell of damp moss and dry hay hanging deep in dusty, untouched shaggy fur. The entire development on the skin occurs in extreme slow motion. Slowly, very slowly, the composition creeps forward, only to finally surrender unconditionally to a dominant, earthy cumin note and literally grovel before it. The end of this lethargic spectacle is both bizarre and brilliant. The scent does not die out in cold darkness but dozes off into a strangely peaceful, almost narcotic, blooming accord. A sluggish, morbid work of art for all those who see beauty in transience.