Élysée Liminaire

Warning: This perfume is an artistic expression, designed for an experiential journey rather than traditional wear. Its evolving notes may not be conventionally 'pleasant' at all phases, as it is crafted to evoke a story and unique sensory experience.

Élysée Liminaire begins with the stark, metallic notes of industry and the desolate echoes of a wasteland—an atmosphere suspended between sometime in the past and today’s fractured reality. As this haze dissipates, the scent unfolds into a hyper-real, alien-crafted green sanctuary, a hidden refuge where nature reclaims its dominion with unearthly perfection. Inspired by Tarkovsky’s Stalker, this fragrance embodies the longing for escape: a journey from ruin into a realm where profound truths are revealed and healing begins. In its progressive notes, Élysée Liminaire whispers of transformation, renewal, and the boundless power of verdant beauty to restore what was lost.

Fragrance Notes and Ingredients

Top Notes: Metallic Notes, Vodka, Burnt Match, Pomelo, Gunpowder, Rubber 
Heart Notes: Magnolan, Water, Hexenyl Green, Boronia, Jasmine, Shiso, White Lotus, Cardamom
Base Notes: Propolis, Oud, Sandalwood, Animal Notes, Paradisone, Musk

Stone Cap : 100% Ruby in Zoisite

Inspiration

The checkpoint was a grotesque construction of rusting iron and cruel geometry, illuminated by glaring floodlights that cast absurdly long shadows on the cracked, oil-stained earth. Acrid smoke curled lazily from barrels set alight, the scent of burning chemicals and corroded metal clinging to the air like an accusation. Guards stood rigid on either side of the tracks, their rifles gleaming faintly in the haze, boots planted on earth slick with grease.

We huddled on the railcar, its corroded frame vibrating faintly beneath us, the ancient motor sputtering as if reluctant to move. Our guide muttered something under his breath, his hands gripping the levers with a mix of caution and resolve. For an agonizing moment, the gates stayed closed, the floodlights sweeping over us. Then, with a groan of strained metal, the gates began to creak open. Seizing the moment the railcar lurched forward with a sudden burst of noise, its wheels screeching on the tracks, jolting us violently as it picked up speed. Shouts erupted behind us, followed by the sharp crack of a rifle shot, but the guards’ voices quickly faded into the Zone’s waiting silence.

The Zone enveloped us, its atmosphere thick and otherworldly. The railcar bucked and swayed along the uneven tracks, its every groan and clatter echoing like a cry into the void. The world seemed to dissolve into strangeness. Rusted machinery jutted from the earth like the remains of ancient beasts, covered in moss and oil. Pools of stagnant water shimmered with an unnatural glow, their surfaces reflecting constellations that did not belong to our sky. The railcar slowed to a crawl, then surged forward without warning, as though responding to the whims of an invisible conductor. No one spoke. The Zone had its own language, one spoken not in words but in the eerie hum of its air. One of us clutched a small device, its needle spinning wildly, while another gripped the edge of the car, knuckles white against the rust. “Keep looking forward,” our guide said, though whether it was advice or a warning, none of us could tell.

When the railcar stopped, it did so abruptly, almost petulantly, as though tired of carrying us further. We climbed off hesitantly, our boots sinking into ground that seemed to breathe beneath us. The air was thick, suffused with a scent sharp and green, alien and unplaceable, beautiful.  Ahead, the ruins of a factory rose from the mist, its walls sagging under the weight of moss and creeping vines that glowed faintly in the dim light. Somewhere beyond lay the Room, its presence a faint shimmer in the shifting haze, neither near nor far. Our guide motioned forward, his figure small against the vastness of the Zone, his steps deliberate, each one seeming to test the ground for permission. We followed in silence, the weight of the unseen pressing harder with each step, drawn toward a place where desire, truth and beauty would meet, unraveling us entirely.