Every Fragrance we currently offer with scent notes and links to products. Looking for something discontinued? We might have what you're looking for in our limited bottles of discontinued fragrances!
Disclaimer: when we started this line over two years ago, we had no idea we’d soon enough be in a real pandemic. This series is meant as a fun, silly, lighthearted take on the traditional zombie apocalypse narrative. Enjoy!
It all started with the goddamn pumpkin spice.
She sighed, remembering when it was simply a seasonal beverage that was simultaneously adored and mocked for its adulation, and not what it is today. She kicked her Ugg into a wet pile of leaves, and looked around at the vast expanse before her. A fire burned far off on the horizon; a sign that her camp and campmates were still alive, one of the few small comforts left in this wasteland. That, and her sheepskin boots, flannel shirt, and leggings combination, of course.
Scent notes: Pumpkin spice is the star of this sexy scent, in combination with some spicy chai tea. Burnt sugar, like marshmallows roasted on a campfire, and a bit of that campfire’s smoke, to boot. Because it’s the apocalypse and the world is burning, there’s a quick hit of tar when it’s first applied; but that fades into the delicately sexy, sweet, and spicy blend of pumpkin, chai, smoke, and burnt sugar. Everyone’s gonna want a bite out of you.
Danny keeps walking to the campsite, watching her walk away with dinner. He stuffs his pumpkin-colored hand deep into his pocket in shame. Goddamn, he could really go for a latte right now. He shuddered, knowing it might be too late, but he couldn’t admit what had happened. How was he supposed to tell her he hadn’t really been out hunting, that he had been following her because… well, because he loved her?
Scent Notes: Hot apple cider with a generous splash of Kentucky Bourbon, honeyed cloves, dalmation sage, and a touch of cinnamon
Walking back to the campground, she spots Mallory. Mallory waves her over and beckons her to sit.
“Awesome; looks like you did well hunting!” Mallory says as she takes in the rabbits. “We’ll eat like queens tonight.”
Scent notes: warm snickerdoodle cookies dipped in buttercream frosting, campfire wood smoke, crisp red apple, Indian sandalwood, a freshly poured oatmeal stout, orange spiced chai tea.
The rest of the camp was already up and awake when she started waking up. She rolled over and threw her arm around Mallory’s waist, who lay sleeping at her side. It was so hard to believe that so much time had passed since the pandemic had started. It was two years since Danny had sacrificed himself to save her and the rest of the camp; two years since they’d narrowly escaped and had to wander, for weeks, before establishing this camp after running into another group of survivors. Two years of mostly peace, as they’d had to trek up a mountain to establish this place.
(Click to continue reading...)Scent notes: Blood oranges soaked in rich spices with a tinge of metallic blood
Traveled down the road and back again / your heart is true, you’re a pal and a confidante! If you’re eternally obsessed with the hottest ladies to ever live in Miami, you’re in luck, because this scent is all about them. Picture it: evenings on the lanai; eating cheesecake whenever you or one of your roommates is upset; cracking the most devastating one-liners and still staying friends even through all of life’s ups and downs. Friendship in the Internet age certainly looks a little different, but we know you still want to thank your friends for being there through it all (and showing up with the biggest gifts when we’re allowed to have parties again). Thank you for being a friend.
Scent Notes: Key lime cheesecake with graham cracker crust
Queen of the comebacks and quick quips, Dorothy Zbornak is the hero of all the awkward, tall girls who stayed home and wrote poetry in high school, rather than going out on dates. Her ex was so stupid he had to get naked to count to 21, and we definitely understand that. Dorothy is the patron saint of sarcasm, the definition of a tough woman, but deep down she’s a total softie. She’s loyal and wicked smart, and will pick you up when you’re down (or kick you if you deserve to be there). We love Dorothy forever.
Scent notes: Rosewood and amber with a blend of cedarwood, cypress and blackberry sage. A dash of scotch whiskey, Egyptian musk and black tea
Oh, Rose Nylund, that sweet, simple soul. Our love for her is neverending, just like her St. Olaf stories. Sure, she’s not the brightest bulb in the kersnukenfluken, but she’s honest in her endearing naivete. Her weakness for cheesecake is incredibly relatable, but we’ll pass on any of her other Swedish delicacies, like eggs gafloofen or fish balls. Rose is always the butt of the jokes, but she doesn’t take any of it personally. Everything just rolls off of her, like water off a duck’s back. Rose Nylund is the best.
Scent notes: white roses and peonies, plums and apples, white musk and dragon's blood
Blanche Devereaux is the ultimate sex symbol, and no, we won’t be taking questions. Always down for a good time, Blanche likes her men any way she can get them. And, oh, she can get them. While she’s perpetually 49, in her heart she’s the blossoming belle who just won the Little Miss Magnolia pageant. Sure, she’s actually a Feldman with relatives from Buffalo, NY, but she’s a true Southern Belle in our hearts forever. While her beloved George is gone but not forgotten, she’s managed to console herself with cheesecake and plenty of … company. We stan a sexual 80s legend. Blanche Devereaux can do no wrong.
Scent notes: a sultry blend of amber and lilacs, with dark chocolate and classic magnolias and orchids
A small thing like a stroke can’t keep a woman like Sophia Petrillo down. If anything, it made her into the lovable curmudgeon we all adore. Picture it: Sicily, 1920. A young woman contemplates leaving her small town, only to discover the fare is exactly her life savings. Does she sail off on adventure, or stay with her lover, the young Pablo Picasso? It doesn’t matter; the point is, her stories from the old country along with her brutal humor make her endearing. You can’t even be upset when she calls you a human mattress, because, yeah, that’s accurate! Sophia Petrillo is amazing.
Scent notes: Sugared vanilla vanilla, tonka, and blood oranges. Bitter accord, sandalwood, and white musk
Scent Notes: Swirls of pipe tobacco around a plate of nutty toffee and caramels. A pile of old books and a touch of nag champa. Candle wax dripping from the sconce by the wingback leather chair. and cheerful labdanum wafting through the open window.
Scent Notes: Fizzing key limes topped with coconut cream, served on a black linen tablecloth
Scent notes: smoky palo santo, mysterious absinthe with bright drops of bergamot and oranges, Atlas cedar, sweet fennel, bitter accord
Scent Notes: Chocolate peppermint fudge and a fizz of late autumn figs
Scent Notes: Sweet pumpkin souffle dotted with marshmallows and drizzled with buttery maple syrup. Tuberose wafts through the open front door.
Scent notes: Oakmoss and labdanum grows on the ancient stone walls of a legendary library. The last peach blossoms blow through the air as autumn sets in, and the last meyer lemon hangs from the tree. Rows and piles of ancient tomes sit, waiting, while students read by the light of carefully protected wax candles.
Scent notes: A rich, decadent gourmand of double salted caramel, marzipan, and coumarin, with a dash of old teakwood
Scent Notes: Rich lavender honeycomb is at the heart of this fragrance, with hints of elderberry, oud wood, clove, and patchouli
Scent notes: Bright, gleaming metals shine against a familiar background of oranges, cloves, and cinnamon
Scent notes: Pumpkin spice incense, bright pink peppercorns, an early dusting of snow
Scent Notes: A green, leafy concoction of galbanum, anise, peppermint, white thyme, with a grounding base of tobacco
Scent notes: Rain beats on old, weathered cobblestones. A cup of your favorite hot mocha steams next to a bowl of black cherries and black currants. A sprig of wormwood sits, waiting
House Novel Collections
You may have heard: Sometimes here at Suc, we get inspired and write novels to go along with our fragrances! You'll find those in the links below, often the stories are too long to comfortably fit in a normal scent catalog. We've included the individual scents with notes on this page, just in case you'd rather stay here!
The full novel is found through the link above, short descriptions below…
Scent notes: sumptuous leather, old yellowed books, pipe tobacco, soft sandalwood, white musk.
Scent Notes: Swirls of absinthe and pipe tobacco, a drop of peppermint, base of warm amber and white musk and a light feminine touch of Egyptian geranium
Scent Notes: Spiced vanilla and amber meld with warm honeycomb. A midnight bloom of black jasmine dances with a whisper of dark palo santo.
Scent notes: The metallic, exciting swirl of a downtown city, with wisps of exhaust and hot concrete. Hot black tea and white amber bring a touch of old world class, and copal resin deepens
Full story available through any of the links, scent notes below!
Scent notes: the ocean on a stormy morning; crisp white sails floating in the breeze, anchored to a mossy, kelp-strewn ship; pipe tobacco; bay rum; a perfect red rose and a lingering touch of vanilla. The perfect balance of refreshing, oceanic notes fading into crisp, light, slightly feminine notes.
Scent Notes: Peppermint swirls in warm vanilla milk with cardamom. Candle wax, cedar, and lush, green galbanum
Scent notes: A classic Woody, green chypre with a base of labadanum, bergamot, oakmoss and patchouli. A green accord twines with a floral topnote of Lily of the valley, and a citrus splash of red Brazilian mandarin. Atlas cedarwood and a deep, rich sandalwood complete the mellow base notes
Scent Notes: Hot red sands, exotic spices weave through petals of black jasmine, dragon’s blood and ocean spray
Scent notes: a gourmand swirl of honeyed chocolate with a smokey undertone of palo santo. Sandalwood, black musk, coumarin and a drop of camphor create a mysterious, dark undercurrent
Here you'll find our house fragrances released in themed sets.
Well, son of a bitch.
When you're hunting for demons and need a little backup, how about a hit of something awesome? Who can resist spiced hot chocolate on a cold day in hell?
Scent Notes: Mexican hot chocolate with warm milk and spices, a well worn flannel shirt, and liquid pools of amber
Baby can't be with you all the time, so when you're reaching for your salt, reach for this too! Stuff your cake hole with peach pie, but remember: Driver picks the music.
Scent Notes: Cool night air and leather seats, peach pie, salt and sparkling aldehydes
Feeling a little toasted, marshmallow? When you're on a road trip, always remember to be polite. Angels have a way of reminding us of our manners, so keep in mind: Possessed or not, you're not Molotov proof!
Scent Notes: Toasted marshmallows, church incense, frankincense and myrrh, tuberose
Worn out from hunting all night? Join us for some beers in the junkyard. Nothing goes better with flannel than an oatmeal stout with good hunters. Fight back against the cold night with your collection of trucker hats. y'Idjit. And your Colt. Sorry.
Scent Notes: Oatmeal stout, oak trees at night, the smell of a freshly fired Colt, incense from church, your favorite flannel shirt
Bro, listen up: don’t spend your money on sneakers. No, seriously, listen, the best footwear is socks and Crocs. It’s dope. Your feet stay warm, but not too warm because the holes in the shoes allow for air circulation, and that’s important for your feet, bro. You’ve gotta be comfortable, but also, stylish, and Crocs with socks allows you to show off your vast collection of sweet socks, like the ones that say “Beer” down the side, or the bright yellow ones that are knee-high, nearly fluorescent and blind everyone around you. Sweet. Don’t knock the socks and Crocs until you’ve tried it, dude, and you totes have to try it.
Scent Notes: a juicy blend of figs and blackcurrants, grounded in cedarwood and bergamot, with a sparkling dash of pink peppercorn
Scent Notes: Vanilla bourbon, oudh wood, sandalwood
Scent notes: Driftwood, sea spray, beach grass, vetiver, lemongrass, clary sage
Scent Notes: Golden amber, black patchouli, citrus, warm woods
Scent Notes: A swirl of spices (wormwood, ginger, and aniseed) play with a bright top note of red mandarin. Resins and a touch of animalistic musk create a lingering base note
Most of our Halloween fragrances are seasonal. These two... Well, these two refused to leave
John was thrilled to be getting married to Elizabeth. True, they had only known each other for a short time, less than a month, after he had moved to the country to hopefully avoid the cholera epidemic that had been breaking out so suddenly and violently in the city. Click to continue reading...
Scent Notes: Powdery violets, myrrh smoke drifting through a crumbling cathedral, red musk, candle wax, black roses
Working a minimum wage job after graduating with a master’s degree is demoralizing on its own. But working at the same minimum wage job, at a coffee shop, on-campus at the very place you got said degree? Humiliating. At least it was for her,Click to continue reading...
Scent notes: A funereal wreath of white lilies and black orchids sprinkled with a dusting of graveyard dirt. A somber wake feast of dark chocolate drenched raspberries and a shot of dark rum
Full descriptions in links!
Scent notes: the musk of a real black bear that you fought with your own bare hands; fresh peach blossom (which is not as great as an Awesome Blossom, but does smell much better); honeycomb stolen straight from the mouths of the bumblebees (your apiarist owed you a favor); bubbles on a fresh glass of sparkling water, which ping about the glass like the laser guns wielded on the Battlestar Galactica. Glorious.
Scent notes: a proper English garden full of roses and sweet pea on a warm summer afternoon, because you are a lady; sweet vanilla bean because dessert is the best meal of the day; a secret blend of exotic spices because you’re the spiciest person in the office; supple leather because you wear it as part of your girl group, Subtle Sexuality; a hint of gasoline because everyone knows you’re a little bit crazy and would absolutely go full-on Waiting to Exhale if need be.
Scent notes: Cinnamon. Cinnamon doughnuts. Yum.
Scent notes: a glass of homemade lemonade on a hot afternoon (because your parents gave you money to start a stand, and now, surplus!); peppermint (straight out of the best ice cream flavor); a freshly picked yuzu (it’s a Japanese fruit, did you know that?); pomegranate (who discovered this fruit, right? What is the deal with pomegranate?)
Scent notes: A glass of whisky paired with a glass of bay rum aftershave with just a hint of lime squeezed in (because alcohol is an aphrodisiac, and nothing is better than mixing liquor and accidental aftershave to really get the party started); the best Pretzel Day toppings: chocolate chips and toffee nuts. And cocoa absolut.
We made this for our love of the best show to ever be cancelled, Firefly.
Scent notes: Petrichor, bergamot, fresh green air, galbanum, guiac wood
Scent Notes: glowing amber, vanilla, smoked patchouli, roses
Scent Notes: Gunmoke, Ginger, Wasabi, Dragon's Blood, Metal
Scent Notes: Dark chocolate, dirt, incense, black pepper
Scent Notes: Grapefruit, Bergamot, White Thyme, Dalmation Sage, Black Pepper
Scent Notes: white thyme, dalmation sage, sweetgrass, gunsmoke
Scent Notes: palmarosa, cactus flower, yuzu, mango mango, dirt, leather
Scent notes: tobacco/vanilla, gunsmoke, leather, sandalwood
Scent notes: juniper sage, orange blossom, white tea & ginger, cherry blossom, ylang ylang, nag champa
Scent notes: golden honey, rich leather
Scent notes: Rain, Salt Spray, Green Fig, Warm Meadow Sun
Scent notes: Rosemary, Vanilla, Amber, Honey
This collection was inspired by our love of all things witchy, in this case, poisons! Quick shopping links and scent notes below, full descriptions all in one place above!
Scent notes: a bouquet of fresh-blooming frangipani, gardenia, jasmine, and honeysuckle, redolent indole, Egyptian musk.
Scent notes: Oud wood, smoked patchouli, coal, freshly paved tar, cedarwood.
Scent notes: A freshly picked red rose, old leather, white musk.
Scent notes: antique lace, gasoline, old books, fresh vanilla bean.
Scent notes: anise, freshly ground cloves, dalmatian sage, frankincense.
Scent notes: a big glass of whiskey, sandalwood, amber, real ylang ylang.
We here at Suc love two things: True crime and podcasts. The excellent folks at the award winning Bloody Murder have kindly allowed us to license their awesome artwork and provide fans with fun themed sets!
Scent Notes: Bourbon, Tahitian Vanilla, Lemon
Scent Notes: Sedona, Juniper Sage, lemongrass, Mojito
Scent Notes: Bourbon, Mahogany, Teak, Campfire Smoke, Dragon’s Blood
Scent Notes: Fresh Strawberries, Tahitian Vanilla, Warm Honey
Scent Notes: Lilacs, Frankincense and Myrrh, Graveyard dirt
This was the very first true crime podcast Andrea started listening to. It's one of the best, and is often playing in the lab. Full descriptions above, quick notes below:
Scent notes: Tahitian vanilla, rich honey, fresh grapefruit
Scent notes: Bourbon, Rich chocolate, Dark amber, touch of dirt
Scent notes: Flannel, Sedona trees, Bergamot tea, snickerdoodle cookies
Scent notes: many strong cups of black tea, burnt sugar, a library of old books, leather.
Scent notes: deceptively delicious bergamot black tea, fresh milk, honey straight from the hive, oat milk, freshly grated ginger and nutmeg.
Scent notes: grassy green tea, vibrant purple orchids, blooming cherry blossoms, rice milk.
Scent notes: fragrant white tea, grated ginger, saffron, a field of lavender swaying in a cool breeze, carrot seed oil, damp pine needles.
Scent notes: blooming gardenia, lychees, red tea, fragrant jasmine, rosehip.
Woodland Creature Collection
Scent Notes: A masculine blend of cherry tobacco, atlas cedarwood, forest accord and rosewood, blended with a fresh, rich spiced mango.
Samoa cookies: Chocolate, caramel and coconut; drying down to the rich loam of a mossy cedar forest floor.
Scent notes: Tonka, cognac essential oil, copal resin
Scent notes: sandalwood, vanilla, spices
Fall Pie Collection
The classic American dessert staple. A perennial favorite at barbecues and on the 4th of July, it’s also perfect for fall, filling the house with the comforting aroma of apples and spices. It’s the year-round favorite pie for a reason. Who can resist? Nobody, that’s who. Because there really is nothing better than going to an orchard, picking apples, coming home and turning them into pies to give to your loved ones. Especially your #1 loved one: yourself.
Scent notes: Crisp fall apples, flaky crust, and a dusting of cinammon
What would fall be without that classic Thanksgiving dessert, pumpkin pie? We’ve been taught to go gourd crazy in the fall when they’re super ripe and ready to be picked and turned into dessert, or added to a curry, or carved and left on the front porch as a show of sacrifice to the Old Gods. (Or just to stick a candle in and make the front yard festive, it’s cool.) Pumpkin pie is such a simple yet satisfying treat this time of year. It’s a definitive marker of autumn, and a creamy-slightly-spicy delight we look forward to all year long. Long live the pumpkin king!
Scent Notes: Creamy pumpkin, fresh pie crust, nutmeg dusting
Pecan pie is so versatile: there’s chocolate pecan pie, bourbon pecan pie, brown sugar pecan pie, and everything in between. No matter how it’s made, it’s another fall dessert staple that we just can’t get enough of. That sweet, sugary base topped with crunchy, crumbly pecans is perfect all year, yet it’s most often associated (like pumpkin and apple) with fall and winter holiday desserts. We don’t really care; we’ll smell like it whenever we want to! Pecan pie forever!
Scent notes: Crunchy candied pecans, pie crust and cinnamon
These are individual or pairs of scents released to stand alone. We've ordered them here by most recent release first
What’s a shennanigator? A person who instigates shenanigans, of course! We all know a shennanigator. Some of us definitely are shennanigators, and for that, we should be celebrated, thank you very much! How? With SHENANIGANS! Yes it’s just fun to say these words over and over can you blame us?!
Scent Notes: Opens with the rich, warm aroma of buttered popcorn. Next comes raspberries, lemons, and green figs. Sweet oud lingers as a heart note
By the pricking of our thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Gather ‘round the cauldron, witches, we’re cooking up something special. A smudge of sage; some freshly picked apples; exotic spices; juicy figs; smoky pipe tobacco; wax from the eternal candle; a smattering of other delights. Mmm, doesn’t that smell wonderful? Be careful; potions brewed in cauldrons are particularly potent and delicious. Proceed with caution, pretties. Plus, it’s perfect for witches, wizards, warlocks, alchemists, or anyone who rejects or does not conform to the magical binaries. And don’t mind the dead man’s toe; it’s purely ornamental.
Scent notes: A smudge of sage; some freshly picked apples; exotic spices; juicy figs; smoky pipe tobacco; wax from the eternal candle; a smattering of other Fall delights. This is a perfect fall day full of crisp leaves.
You know what they say: don’t feed the trolls. So what are you to do when you’re out camping in nature, enjoying your life, sitting around the campfire with your friends, and a troll approaches? “Scram, troll!” your friends yell in unison. “Nobody wants you around here!”
You look over at the poor, sniveling troll, mumbling under his breath. He’s clearly cold, and desperate for some human interaction. His long nose is dripping snot; he’s shivering while mumbling about how everyone else is wrong. Rather than getting angry and stooping to his level, you decide to take the high road. “Hey, troll, come over here. Would you like a s’more?”
Scent notes: melted chocolate, toasted marshmallow, sweet honey graham cracker.
There’s a famous writer who, in college, apparently used to steep black tea into his cups of coffee so he could stay up and write all night. If that sounds like your cup of … cofftea, well, we have some great news for you: you’re going to love Caffeine Poisoning. If you’ve ever considered making your morning coffee with coffee instead of water, or you always keep a supply of energy drinks on-hand to make it through the day because why are the days SO LONG RIGHT NOW, you’ll appreciate the pure shots of adrenaline this scent represents. And yes, it’s certainly possible to poison yourself with caffeine, but also, two shots of espresso in your morning mocha just doesn’t cut it anymore. So, fellow caffeine addicts, rejoice at this scent designed specifically for you! Just don’t drink it. Seriously. Don’t. It’s not actually made of caffeine!
Scent notes: Two black teas, a shot of espresso, a dash of sweet mocha and coffee absolute make for a caffeinated take off. Cassia and black oud come out to play on the drydown.
Calling all true pumpkin lovers: yes, a pumpkin scent for fall with no hint of spice! A delicious gourmand blend of pumpkin puree and whipped cream, no trace of cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, or any other spice to be found. It’s pure, creamy pumpkin goodness. Swoon.
Scent Notes: A perfect pumpkin puree dotted with clouds of rich cream
Now, we’re not saying you can’t be a lady AND a legend. In fact, that’s absolutely possible! But sometimes, circumstances call for one or the other, and in those times, we implore you to be legendary. Being a lady usually involves abiding by the rules, following along with what is expected of you, and going with the status quo. Being a legend means not letting anything stand in your way so you can do what is right, no matter what anyone else thinks. Break all the rules. Define your own path. Don’t let the bastards get you down, and Don’t Be a Lady, Be a Legend.
Scent notes: Raspberry lambic with elderberry syrup, thick, resinous dragon's blood, and elegant amber spheres
That’s so ducking funny! Wait, no, I didn’t mean ducking. Ducking funny. Duck. What the hell? Autocorrect, I do not mean ducking, I have almost never meant ducking. You know me better than this! Ducking hell, man. I can assure you that nobody, in the course of typing a text, has ever meant that something was ducking awesome, or ducking great, or ducking delicious. You know what word I meant to type; you just don’t want to use it. Well that’s some bullshiz right there. But anyway, we got some to-go dinner last night, and I had the most delicious nachos topped with confit fuck. DAMN. IT. ALL.
Scent Notes: Black tea with a generous tot of whiskey. Grapefruit for a touch of bitter and a drop of vetiver. Nag champa and rosewood make a rich base.
Chances are high that, at some point in your life, someone has called you the b-word. They meant it as an insult. They thought you were too bossy, or demanding, or angry, or uncompromising. Maybe you didn’t return their unwanted advances. Maybe they didn’t have a reason; they just said it unprompted and out of the blue. But, anyone who calls you that doesn’t understand the power that word holds. Take that insult and turn it into a badge of honor; wear it proudly at all times, confident in the fact that you’d rather be a ruthless bitch than a spineless coward. In the wise words of Tina Fey, “Bitches get stuff done.” Do we ever!
Scent Notes: An unbelievably juicy blend of blood oranges and lychees. White amber and ginger lilies blend to give a sophisticated presence.
You know that feeling when you see something so cute it makes you physically angry? You wanna smash it and hug it and tell it how perfect it is but you want to destroy it because it’s just TOO CUTE and SHOULD NOT EXIST?! Like when you see videos of animals who should hate each other playing together? Or when your pet is asleep and its little paws are twitching and it’s so cute you wanna go yell in their face about how sweet they are? That’s Cute Rage. It’s also when something cute, like a tiny baby animal, has an inexplicable burst of rage but they’re too little for it to be taken as anything but adorable, even though if they were grown up, it’d be terrifying. Like watching a puppy try to growl threateningly, but instead it just chirps and your heart bursts with the pure sweetness. Or when you get so angry you can’t do anything but laugh and smile, even though your insides are lava and you want to smash everyone into tiny little pieces. Cute Rage. It’ll get you every time.
Scent notes: Red apples, orange apricots, yellow butterscotch and champagne, green spearmint, blue heliotrope, purple lilacs and violets, mixed with a shitton of rainbows.
There are two types of people in this world: those who dream spectacularly big, and those who crush those dreams with fervor. Our owner and scent maven, Andrea, dreams big. Huge. Far, far too big at times. And sometimes, those dreams need to be crushed, and that’s where our lovely Lab Lady, Shannon, comes in. She’s the Dreamcrusher. She’s the one who tells Andrea, “No, we do not have time to create edible body glitter that doubles as a body glide and have it out by tomorrow, in six different scents/flavors; I have stuff to do!” It might sound harsh, but someone has to do it! Not all ideas are good ideas, and that’s where the dreamcrusher comes in. They don’t crush the good ideas, but they come down with a mighty fury on anything they know to be impossible or unfeasible. They’re the crushing, destructive, beautiful unicorns who keep us all in line when we try to dream too big. Dreamcrushers keep us grounded. Dreamcrushers keep us focused. We all need a beautiful, majestic Dreamcrusher in our lives. Maybe you’re the Dreamcrusher in your group. No matter what, we salute all of you wonderful people for crushing dreams in the classiest of ways.
Scent notes: Sweet peach tea that's been left to steep a little too long with that edge of bitterness, like crushed dreams
You ask me ‘bout this thing we share, and he tenderly replies: It’s Guy Love, between two guys. Well, in this case, our guy love is between a guy and anyone who loves him, no matter how they identify. Parenting is hard, often unacknowledged work, and no parents are perfect. Fathers are often seen as the heads of house; the ones who earn a living, drink too much beer in a favorite armchair and snore over the television, and at the same time are stern taskmasters, yet they love you and care for you dearly. But fatherly, paternal love doesn’t have to come from a biological father. That high school music teacher who saved your life when your home life was in turmoil; your favorite cousin; your old boss who fought for you to be promoted; the uncle who showed up to every birthday party, concert, and graduation ceremony to tell you how proud he was of you; your brother who you nearly killed when he taught you how to drive (that squirrel came out of NOWHERE and you maintain that to this day); your best friend who’s now a parent and sends you silly videos of their kids farting and laughing in the bathtub: that’s Guy Love, that’s all it is, the feeling of some other guy, holding up your heart into the sky.
Scent Notes: pears, cucumber, hay accord, ginger lily, cardamom, suede
You throw a rock into the sea, and let out a harrowing scream. A couple walking down the beach towards you does an obvious, abrupt stop. The woman almost falls on her face, slipping on some unseen seaweed. They make a hasty turnaround and nearly sprint back the way they came. You don't even notice. You’ve spent most of the day here, throwing rocks. Screaming. Your hair in massive tangles, makeup smeared and running down your face. You’re done. It’s all too much. You're tired of the expectations placed on women and what advertising and makeup companies tell you about how you should be, and look.
So you throw in another rock and make a silent vow to yourself: I will not care what others think of my appearance, how I live, nor how things are sold to me.
The sea calls to you, so you wade out, cautiously at first. Soon enough you're up to your neck, and you dive below the surface and start swimming as far as you can. click here to continue reading...
Scent Notes: Cool rain on the fierce ocean. Petrichor, sour limes and sweet oranges
Scent Notes: unapologetic candied grapefruit, crisp cold rice milk, beeswax, rich tonka, and osmanthus
Scent notes: Ruby pomegranate seeds, sticky, thick dragon's blood, swirls of red musk and rosewood
Scent Notes: Creamy honey nectar, pink peonies, real ylang ylang, and peach blossoms
Scent Notes: A blend of rich honeys, sticky, thick dragon's blood resin, beeswax, rosewood, a touch of patchouli, and vanilla absolute
We are living in the weirdest timeline: a global pandemic, we’re all globally connected yet socially distanced. It’s a rare moment in history, one none of us will soon forget, and we decided to mark it with this scent, Strange Days. We’re all waiting to see what happens, expecting the worst but hoping for the best. Good will prevail, right? While nobody knows what the future holds, at least we can find some comfort in the fact that we’re all in this together. The uncertainty will end, but for now, we’ll just each take it a day at a time, a moment at a time, until we make it through. That’s all any of us can do at this moment. And while that may not help your anxiety levels (and we feel you on that), maybe Strange Days can be a helpful reminder that you can do hard things. Because you can, and we’re here, cheering you on while you do them.
Scent Notes: White angelica, clary sage, wormwood and myrrh for protection from plague long ago, copal resin and monoi tiare, red mandarin, pink peppercorn, and grapefruit, ginger ale, sparkling aldehyde, and mimosa absolute. None of these things should go together, but they do, just like these strange days
Life is weird right now. We’re all socially isolated while remaining globally connected, for better or for worse. We have all the terrible and wonderful pieces of the world at our fingertips 24 hours a day. But here at Sucreabeille, we are most grateful for our ever-expanding Facebook group full of sisters (and brothers and siblings) who feel like family, even if we’ve never gotten a chance to meet IRL. It's our own little community of kindred spirits gone awry, of people who basically should be family, or are family in everything but name or blood relation. Anyone who has ever met their soul twin, especially if it's someone you only know via the internet, knows what we are talking about. We love you all. And we are grateful for you and your sense of community now more than ever.
Scent Notes: Blood red cherries covered in dark chocolate, exotic spices, a dash of patchouli
Scent notes: A fist full of cash, the last glass of champagne, green tea, peppermint (like a mint? Get it?), coumarin and sassafras
Scent Notes: Sparkling candied citrus peel, vanilla from the expensive hippie shop, Egyptian Musk, cuticle cream 'cause you're getting a manicure anyway, dammit
Scent Notes: A sweet, flora blend of peony, freesia and apricot, with an uplifting note of bright pink cotton candy, the most expensive face cream you've ever seen, and a whiff of cold, hard cash
Scent Notes: A totally unapologetic haunted cathedral. Rich, dark resins, thick incense, beeswax candles, frankincense and myrrh. Cool stone floors and cloves, red musk and sassafras. Clary sage and wormwood. Guiac wood and patchouli, and a whisper of black jasmine.
Scent notes: Red Mandarin and rich honey create a sweet first impression, luring you into smoke, patchouli, gunpowder and... Is that gasoline? Clearly, an evil plan is afoot!
Scent Notes: Rich, buttery goodness with crystallized honeycomb and the coziest pair of sweatpants ever.
Andrea, creator of our fine perfumes, finds herself saying this (or an approximation of it) on a near-daily basis, as an explanation for why she’s such a badass. And you know what? It’s also a true statement, in the best way possible! Every woman working for Sucreabeille and DIVONA can proclaim this to be the case, and we’re betting that you can, too. Because terrifying women are the ones who take charge; who don’t back down from their goals and don’t let anyone stand in their way; who have never let a mediocre man tell them what they can or cannot do. They go after every single thing they want while wearing fabulous shoes, or a fancy hat, or just pajamas. Clothes make the man, but women can wear whatever they want. So go on, keep the line of scary women going strong. We are the next generation of terrifying women, inspiring generations of future terrifying women while being inspired by all those who came, and ruled, before us. And that warms our cold, cold hearts.
Scent notes: A swirl of rosewood, whiskey, and amber, with a sprinkle of gunpowder, a drop of guiac wood, and tobacco absolute.
Scent notes: A delightfully feminine blend of lavender, vanilla, honey nectar, and a light floral aldehyde.
Scent Notes: A sultry blend of Amber, real Ylang Ylang essential oil, pure vanilla, and golden honey.
Scent Notes: Fluffy pillows of marshmallows billow on a dish of salted caramels dusted with nutmeg and toasted sugar drizzles
Scent notes: A library full of all the books in the world. The Librarian takes notes and catalogues while sipping a large mug of hot buttered rum laced with espresso. A whisper of patchouli follows her through the stacks.
Scent notes: your mother’s expensive cold cream that she dutifully applied every night and now you do, too, mixed with fragrant, sumptuous black cherries.
Scent Notes: Watermelon Blow-Pops, baby powder, fistfulls of sticky white cake, last night's champagne and coconut cream.
This scent was originally a custom blend for a lovely customer who wanted to celebrate the life of a beloved pet, and we were happy to oblige. They gave us the go-ahead to release it to the world, and we did so happily, wagging our imaginary tails.
The Rainbow Bridge is the walkway that connects us with dearly departed pets after they leave this world. Our good puppers, perfect kittens, fluffy bunnies, and whatever other purrfect baby you love wait for us until it’s our turn to join them beyond the veil, and they can walk across the bridge with us to the afterworld together, because they would never leave us behind. Omg, no, I’m not crying at all; YOU’RE crying! Okay, we’re sobbing. It’s fine. The ones who love us never really leave us; they’re just waiting at the Rainbow Bridge.
Scent Notes: A patter of paws running through a field of daisies, lavender, and sweet peas. Marshmallow clouds pass overhead. Sunflowers, warm fur, and white musk.
You were born to do this. You've been taught to handle bees from a young age by your father, as he learned from his father. Taught to give them care, and take the proper tithe of honey every year. You can feel the drone of the hive down to your bones as you kneel, face in netting, and carefully open the hive. Rich, sticky honey pools inside, and you catch a glimpse of her, your queen.
The smells of crushed herbs hangs over you from your garden, as clouds of bees swarm over and around you, not stinging, but curious. The day is hot, the sun warming the hive and the bees are covered in pollen.
Scent notes: pure honeycomb, freshly harvested from the hive; a blooming herb garden full of clary sage, fennel, and thyme; peach blossoms and a touch of medicinal camphor.
You know what a sunshower is: when it’s beautiful outside, and all of a sudden it starts raining? Usually it doesn’t last very long, and the sun doesn’t stop shining the whole time, and it’s a magical experience that makes you wonder: how does this happen? Well we have an answer for you: the Devil is beating his wife! Wait, no, sorry, a wolf is getting married! No, that’s a jackal; the jackal is getting married and the wolf is eating chickens! Or maybe it’s not a jackal, but a deer? Maybe a baby is being born? Okay, there’s a lot of myths behind the sunshower, and while we don’t know what mythological experience is the exact cause behind it (because screw science, we like myths!), we can all learn to appreciate the moments of sun and rain, even when they occur together.
Scent notes: Bright pink peppercorns poured into a new pepper mill, an open, grassy field full of delicate purple heliotrope flowers just before a rainstorm, little bubbles popping in a glass of expensive champagne, freshly-torn basil, a juicy tangerine, tonka bean.
When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Instead, take your rage out inappropriately on your coworkers/employees and demand impractical, impossible things of them. Make them invent combustible lemons that’ll burn life’s house down, since you can’t speak to life’s manager. Who the hell gave life the right to send all these lemons to you anyway? Doesn’t life know citrus is only good in perfumes and cocktails? What the actual fuck, life? Lemonade is for children; sweet, sweet vengeance is for adults. When life gives you lemons, say fuck the lemons and bail by blowing a hole in the wall and leaving. Now you’re thinking with portal.
Scent notes: goddamn lemons, lemonade made from life’s stupid lemons, high octane gasoline, scraps of paper from a totally sane scientist’s notebook, that same scientist’s manly musk acquired from too many days in the lab, spicy ginger and black pepper.
Scent notes: juicy orange blossom, white musk, sugary marshmallow, freshly-picked kumquat, a field of lavender, and a dash of bubbly, sweet champagne.
Scent notes: Tahitian vanilla, cedarwood, old magazine, lemon balm, juicy juniper berry, fresh rosemary, sweet basil, balsam, bergamot.
Scent notes: Hot milky chai tea, fresh scones slathered with raspberry jam and honey
Scent notes: a cloud of cigar smoke, freshly picked roses, a full glass of whiskey
Scent notes: Black sheets in a mess in the late afternoon sun. A cup of steaming tea from Tibet with milk and a dash of wormwood, you minx. Pink peppercorn and Egyptian musk because you’re classic like that.
Scent notes: Freshly cut jasmine, Egyptian geranium, oud, a lavender field, eucalyptus, a musky attic.
Scent notes: Rich Dark Chocolate, Warm Honey, Dark Amber
Scent notes: Juicy mango, ripe yuzu, whipped coconut cream, sea moss, pure honey from the comb, Tahitian vanilla, salty spray.
Scent notes: fresh cut lavender, black anise, sweet vanilla bean, black pepper crushed under a unicorn’s horn.
Picture it: Saturday morning, your childhood. Your dad and his impressive beard have gotten up early even though he was up late with friends, drinking and partying. He’s acquiesced to your demands for waffles, which he lovingly makes from scratch in the kitchen while drinking a strong pot of coffee. The whole house smells of baked goodness, coffee, maple, and butter. Bliss. That’s exactly what Papa’s Waffles smells like. It’s a delectable, nostalgic scent that’ll immediately transport you back to those happy, scrumptious times. Get it for your dad to thank him for putting up with your 6 AM waffle requests, or get it for yourself to relive those memories now. Or get it because your father didn’t do those things for you and you’re bitter but want to smell delicious anyway.
Scent Notes: Fresh waffles, hot maple syrup, cozy flannel shirt, a whiff of bourbon