Morbid decay
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.
