Scent Notes: Tonka bean, brightly blooming pikake and freesia, a big bowl of apricots, lychee, and pineapple next to a freshly baked coconut cream pie. Contains glitter.

Blended by Beth. Beth is the scent genius behind Overmorrow, and has designed some of our most popular Suc blends.

On the surface, everything seemed lovely: Nicole’s office was bright, colorful, and had a huge vase of fresh flowers. Colorful streamers were hanging from the ceiling, and anything that could be covered in glitter absolutely was. Nothing was particularly wrong, but that was exactly the problem: Everything was going a little *too* well.

 “Okay, it’s alright, no need to panic,” Nicole said to herself. But it was too late; she was, indeed, already panicking. It was her general state of being, or so it felt like to her nervous system: sheer, abject panic. About anything, or everything, or nothing at all. She could be perfectly fine, going about her life, and then her brain would whisper: “Hey, remember that time in like 11th grade when you tried to ask out a boy who was already known to be an asshole to a dance via note in your class and you received a note back the next day saying that dances ‘weren’t his thing’ and being super condescending to you? Isn’t that embarrassing that you liked him for .05 seconds? Or the time you had a saxophone recital in 4th grade, and how you squeaked on your second-to-last note and mortified yourself and loudly pronounced to your friend as you walked back to your chair, ‘I SQUEAKED!’ You should probably panic about how mortifying you were as a child right now.” “Brain, don’t do that, that’s nothing to worry about, I was a child,” Nicole would answer. “But you have nothing else to panic about right now so why not hyperfocus on those situations, and how other people likely remember them and think about them all the time?” “OMG YOU’RE RIGHT I’M GOING TO DO THAT,” Nicole answered back. “Let’s panic about if other people remember those things, too! And other embarrassing things from the past!” 

Of course, those thoughts would build and build and spiral out of control, so that the moment something actually important came up, like work to do, it was absolutely impossible to actually do that work. When Nicole’s boss started calling to check in, she answered in a panic spiral built out of absolutely nothing but her own mortification for being a human with embarrassing memories, AKA, a normal person. “I know I need to be writing things up but my brain has spiraled over this one silly thing and now everything is IMPOSSIBLE and I am SO SORRY!!” Nicole said before her boss could even say hello. Thankfully, her boss understood. “Nicole, this scent was your idea. You’re the one who made a comment about how your life was just glitter and panic.” “I know, and therein lies the irony of this situation,” she answered with a dramatic sigh. “On the surface, everything is beautiful and sparkly and happy, but underneath, it is sheer panic 95% of the time. That’s me: pure Glitter Panic.” “So write about that!” her boss answered, and suddenly, the panic receded. Of course! Write this down! Use real life exam … and the panic returned. The whole internet knowing how stupid you were! But this time, Nicole was prepared for the panic. “Not this time,” she mumbled to herself, putting on a sparkly lipstick and carrying on with her writing. “Uh, I’m still here,” her boss’s voice suddenly announced from her phone, and Nicole yelled out an obscenity and got back on the phone.

Scent Notes: Tonka bean, brightly blooming pikake and freesia, a big bowl of apricots, lychee, and pineapple next to a freshly baked coconut cream pie.