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i.
arici
“maybe you’ll come sooner — before I become a hedgehog.”
mimosa absolute · violet leaf · iso e super · cold musk
the smell of watching everyone else find their person.
wear the silence →
KRYVOC — olfactory literature. Niche perfume, each one translated from an original poem.
is it my fault —
or do you simply not exist?
THE UNHEARD BREATH OF INK
arici · vol. i · the first release · join the list →
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olfactory literature
We do not blend fragrances.
We do not blend fragrances.
We translate poems.
KRYVOC did not begin as a perfume house. It began at the collision of two private lives - a rigorous training in chemistry and a habit of writing intensely emotional poetry. For years the two stayed apart. The brand is what happened when the founder accepted that a poem on paper sometimes cannot carry the full weight of its own agony, that it needs another medium.
That medium is Olfactory Literature. The poem comes first. The scent is its translation, not an illustration, not a mood, but a faithful rendering of the same emotional frequency in another language. Every bottle ships with its poem. You wear the scent and read the source. The two complete each other.
handcrafted in romania.
500 bottles. never more.
unspoken lines
an anthology you wear · vol. i — iii
500 bottles · in composition
ii.
august
“in august I held you, and felt my heart melt.”
amber · tobacco · beeswax · immortelle
the smell of the last warm evening you didn’t know was the last.
coming next · tell me when →
500 bottles · in development
iii.
floarea soarelui
“I poisoned your soil, until even the roots had rotted.”
almond · peach · sunflower · datura · ash
the smell of beauty before you know it is poison.
to follow · tell me when →
what does your silence smell like?
four questions. one poem.
the fragrance that is already yours.
Archive of Sentiments
fragments · interpretations · unheard voices
A reading of “arici”
“The hedgehog as metaphor is older than we think. Self-protection that cannot distinguish itself from isolation...”
read →On the smell of endings
“There is a specific scent to August that has nothing to do with the month. It is the smell of a decision that has already been made...”
read →The chemistry of nostalgia
“Beeswax smells of proximity. Of something still holding heat from a body that has left the room...”
read →