We owe Tesla a debt we can never repay: as the father of modern electrical engineering, radio, and innumerable other things that looked like mad science until they worked, he's also the father of this shop. His life was brilliant but his death, alone and impoverished in a Manhattan hotel, was a heinous injustice from a bright world that owed him everything. We can't change the past, of course, but we can make a memorial in our chosen medium.
Our tribute to him is a subtle blend of sandalwood, earth and light patchouli, given an antique twist with a touch of violet and the industrial fumes of a world struggling out of gaslight into incandescence.
Posted by Davinia on 28th Jan 2016
I actually have kind of two reviews for this one, both on myself!!
When I'm right out of the shower, it's intoxicatingly violet-heavy. It's a picnic in a field of violets after a crisp spring rain, so you get delicious clouds of violets and dampened earth, and apparently you brought sandalwood incense on your picnic. As the field dries out, you move the picnic inside, where you still have the petrichor from the violets clinging to you, but it's much more tame, it's the violets in your hair from a *cough* tumble in the garden.
When applied after a long day and/or getting sweaty, it's deeply earthy and dark; It's the smell of a brilliant man being lowered into the ground with violets being tossed on the casket before the diggers start shoveling. It's not just earth, it's patchouli and somehow, leathery. It's curling up in your oversized leather chair with some interesting research and a small bunch of violets tucked behind one ear, but you'd spilled a little bit of some patchouli oil nearby.
Posted by Deirdre on 21st Jan 2015
Normally I cannot abide patchouli in any form, but this is divine. A little flowery, a little sad, and very clean, I love the way this scent mingles with a rainy day's natural smells. (I generally wear perfumes based on the weather / the smells of where I'll be.)
Posted by Lidia on 6th Nov 2014
... or a sudden thought when you're walking on a country road.
This is an incredible scent, all Agatha Christie and still perfectly modern.
On me, when wet, it's mostly earthy sandalwood, with patchouli hiding in the background. The violet shows up pretty quickly, and that's what sticks- violets and subtle sandalwood, with something I can't identify that the ladies call "industrial fumes" - like wet cobblestones in Edwardian London.
The perfect scent for when you're preoccupied with a new idea- Tesla would approve.
Posted by Sus on 25th Sep 2014
The violet and patchouli that are most noticeable right out of the bottle create a feeling that is both electrifying and nostalgic.
But underneath, there is another layer that is more complex and nuanced, much like the inscrutable mind of the forgotten genius who was there to deliver the modern world of AC electricity.
Posted by Katie on 19th Aug 2014
Earthy, very light patchouli (which, as I'm normally repulsed by patchouli, was a pleasant surprise when my sister offered this one to me) , with just enough violet to make it flowery enough for me. One of my friends described it, after I told her the name, as "a garden in a sunlit inventor's workshop". I couldn't think of a better way to describe it myself.
Posted by Basil-kun on 15th Aug 2014
Too strong for me. Smells of wood, patchouli and dirt, with mostly dirt. However, I find that I seem to be repelled by many perfumes made with patchouli, so this scent would probably be a better try on people who like patchouli.
Posted by Unknown on 12th Mar 2013
I'm slowly working my way through your site squee by squee.
In the bottle: Patchouli. But not a dirty hippie patchouli. This is patchouli as it should be, damp and earthy yet clean.
First applied: Still strongly patchouli, but with an underlying floral sweetness. The violet cuts the harshness of the patchouli without being overwhelmingly flowery.
Later: The patchouli retreats to the back and the sandalwood comes forth. The violet hovers quietly in between.
A very nice uni-sex scent.
Posted by Unknown on 8th Feb 2013
Unexpected bonus in the bag.
Provided it's any indication of this smell:
Sad. But the kind of sad like when someone dies doing what they love.
Like if you had to go to your sibling's funeral. and they have a smile on their face because they died while base jumping because that's what they loved doing.