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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!
Juicy, fuzzy, luscious peaches are the perfect summertime snack. Yes, we know that peach in these days makes you think of the peach emoji which means, well, something else that’s often luscious (and fuzzy). But this peach? This peach is the peach to end all other peaches. It’s a bellini by the pool on a hot Saturday morning; it’s cobbler fresh out of the oven on a stormy summer evening; it’s pie with homemade whipped cream for breakfast, eaten outside on the grass just because you can. It’s everything. Pure peach perfection.
Scent Notes: Sun-warmed summer peaches, a hint of summer rainstorms and the smell of lush, green, growing things. Ice cold fizzy drinks and tonka bean.
Nothing brings to mind warm temperatures, the beach, hammocks, and relaxing quite like a palm tree, especially if it’s a palm tree full of coconuts. Nature’s hardest fruit to open and enjoy is always worth the effort expended to crack that shell open and enjoying all the deliciousness inside: the coconut water, the ripe flesh, and hey, you can use the shell as a natural cup for your pina colada! This scent is perfect when you want to be reminded of hot sunny days any time of the year, and it’s wonderful when layered with other fruit tree scents (lime in the coconut, obviously, but can we interest you in a coconut-mango combination?).
Scent Notes: Creamy coconut, swirls of black musk and vanilla, fresh green petitgrain, island beach grasses, and a hint of ocean breeze
You know that coworker who always has the best snacks at her desk? The gourmet chips; the fancy jerky; and those amazing chocolate-covered acai berries? This smells just like those acai berries coated in pure dark chocolate. Juicy, chocolatey, delectable: just what we like to eat, and smell like. Because why not smell like a delicious, perfect snack, especially when you ARE a snack, oh hooooney.
Scent Notes: Fresh acai berries covered in rich, dark chocolate. Fresh, cold rice milk and crisp white musk
Apricots are underappreciated. They’re like peaches you can eat without getting a bunch of fuzz in your mouth (or having to deal with peeling them first); you can just pluck one off a tree, wash it, and eat it! What a simple, perfect fruit. This scent, of course, is also simple and perfect: a ripe, juicy apricot plucked off the tree and eaten without a care in the world. Enjoy on its own, or layer with another one of our summer fruit tree scents for a truly delectable, effortless summer scent.
Scent notes: Fresh, tangy apricots, fizzing bubbles, a dash of herbal sage
Who doesn't love mango? Ripe, refreshing, sweet yet tart, great in both sweet and savory forms, mango is just one of the most perfect fruits. Which is why we made this mango tree scent, perfect for layering or wearing as a stand-alone scent so everyone knows that you are sweet and refreshing and absolutely perfect just as you are. Or layer with another one of our fruit tree scents (coconut? lime?) for a perfect fruity summer scent!
Scent notes: Mangoes with fresh green galbanum and bright pink peppercorns. A whisper of cardamom and sea salt, served under black linen canopies.
Okay, fine, so passion fruit grows on a vine and not on a tree; semantics be damned, we wanted to include this scent in our fruit tree summer line because passion fruit is delicious. Exotic, tropical, brightly-colored with a weirdly seeded inside that admittedly looks kind of gross but tastes amazing, passion fruit is a must-have scent for the summer. Layer it with any of our other fruit tree scents (peach? apricot? mango?) or any other scent of your choosing that needs a tropical boost.
Scent Notes: Passionfruit, bright green tomato leaf, frangipani blooms and a pinch of heliotrope flower
We know in the citrus family that lemon and orange reign supreme. But we’re here to make the case for lime, that tart citrus spike that's necessary for so many desserts and great cocktails, like the perfect drink: midnight margaritas. Lime is the unsung hero of the fruit world, which is why we decided to make this scent. Plus, it's perfect for layering with any of our other fruit tree scents, so you can really put the lime in the coconut any time you want. (Sorry. Had to.)
Scent Notes: Fizzing fresh green limes, wild labadanum and tonka with champagne bubbles
We love a good pear tree, even if there’s nary a partridge in sight. Pears are another delicate, delectable fruit that can be used in almost anything: pies, tarts, cobbler, or paired with cheese for a sweet-and-savory combination that just can’t be beat. If you need a juicy, plump scent that goes with everything, try pear. Plus, it’s great for layering (perhaps with fig? or apricot?) to create a custom fruit summer scent. Show all those people who think “pear-shaped” is a bad thing just how wrong they really are.
Scent Notes: Hot, crisp pear tart drizzled with caramel. Drowned in heavy cream spiced with cardamom, cinnamon, and a touch of vanilla.
Let’s be real: figs are sexy. They’re considered to be an aphrodisiac, and not just because of their sensual shape. It’s also alleged, if you believe in the Bible and that whole thing, that the fruit Eve ate to gain knowledge of good and evil was a fig, not an apple. If that’s the case, then sign us up to pluck figs from a tree all day, every day. If you want a sexy, scrumptious, simple scent, Fig Tree is for you. Plus, it’s easy to layer with any of our other summer fruit scents, should you have the desire. (And we know you’re full of desires, you saucy fig lover, you.)
Scent Notes: Warm late summer figs offered on a platter with warm honeycomb, almonds, coumarin, and sips of red wine. Healthy. This is healthy.
She’d been born and raised as Marie Rose Jackson, living most of her life in dirt and poverty, and constantly yearning to get out of it. From a young age, she knew she was different: sneakier, tougher, wittier than all the other kids her age (and most adults she knew, to boot). In her early teens, she’d decided she’d had enough of living in a decrepit, ancient apartment, crammed in with her siblings and mother; she wanted freedom, exploration, and not having to bathe in cold water in a shared basin with her sisters, just one time, dammit. (Click link above to continue...)
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.
Rose and her merry band of brigands sailed northward for several weeks, heading into increasingly colder temperatures. She knew their destination was close when night closed in fast, and didn’t stop for several days. The collective breath of the crew hung about the entire ship, coating everything in a semi-frozen mist. There’s no way it was actually possible, but to Rose, this frigid air always smelled like peppermint, and she relished breathing in the minty freshness that seemed to permeate everything. (click link above to continue...
Scent Notes: Peppermint swirls in warm vanilla milk with cardamom. Candle wax, cedar, and lush, green galbanum
Compass Rose and Misty Morning were currently enjoying a lazy morning in bed aboard Rose’s ship, the Booty Snatcher, on their adventure eastward to stop fellow pirate “Deadbeat” Dan in his quest to be yet another white man colonizing and appropriating from Eastern culture in his quest to seem cool and worldly and gain a bunch of “exotic” booty (of all types) in the process. Naturally, they could not let this occur, so Rose and Misty were hurrying forth to catch him before he could do too much damage to Misty’s birthplace.
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: 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.
Scent notes: a freshly baked marzipan cake topped with buttercream, sprinkled with caramelized sugar and a small drizzle of honey, left on the countertop with a lovely note telling you to eat it, and you have no reason at all to suspect that it’s poisoned except for that slightly faint hint of wormwood coming through the sweetness but hey, someone needs to eat this delicious cupcake right? There’s no way this could end poorly.
Scent notes: Intense ambergris, freshly ground cardamom pods, molten honey, cocoa absolute, benzoin tree resin. (Note: if you get this scent as a perfume oil, some separation may occur; that’s perfectly natural!)
Scent notes: peaty oakmoss from an expensive bottle of Scotch you only drink from on special occasions, a carpet of clover on the floor of an ancient enchanted forest, a piece of overpriced-yet-worth-it avocado toast from that hipster cafe that always has a 2 hour wait but is actually, surprisingly worth it, sitting under the dense canopy of a grove of giant red oak trees and enjoying the stillness and silence.
Scent notes: The tangy musk of a frightened animal running for its life, smoke from the flames of a divinatory fire made by the Lord of Light himself, carrot seed oil applied liberally to the dead body of a hero to help raise him from beyond the pale, ancient incense wafting from the back of a chapel, spicy cinnamon sticks procured from an ancient, trusted, and tired market vendor.
Scent notes: An abandoned wood cabin in the middle of the forest, the spicy aromas drifting through the air of a Mediterranean bazaar, ancient catacombs beneath the earth, somehow full of billowing incense yet no living soul can be seen, the bodies of hundreds of men lining the walls, threatening to tumble onto you and trap you for eternity in their hallowed, haunted hallways.
Scent notes: Milk lapped directly from a freshly-opened coconut, a beautifully made lei of pikake flowers placed around your neck as you step into a tropical paradise, a field of bright yellow sunflowers blowing in a gentle breeze, a strong, sturdy oak tree in the middle of a forest clearing, a thick cloud of Egyptian musk drifting from the stall of an outdoor market on an overcast afternoon.
Scent notes: A perfect pink orchid gleaming on a windowsill, a bouquet of lily of the valley clutched in the hands of a sobbing bride, well-oiled rosewood chess pieces knocked over in a rage mid-match from atop a large teak dining table.
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!
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.
1-Up is our ode to classic video games and the 8-bit world we kind of wish we could inhabit. Those were simpler times, and simpler games: you could travel through tubes and jump and land on enemies to kill them; if you were shooting anything, it was a cloud or a duck (with a bright orange gun!); and a broken heart could be fixed with a potion you acquired from some random guy selling things in a hut in the middle of nowhere. Think of this scent as that magic potion, or in adult terms, a grapefruit bellini: sharp citrus, delicious bubbly, with a hint of sugar. Plus extra sweetness from pumpkin and Bartlett pair, with a tiny bit of lavender for a nice bit of floral. Because if we can’t actually live in an 8-bit world, we can drink until we feel like we do.
Scent notes: fresh grapefruit, a big glass of champagne, sweet pumpkin, freshly washed and starched sheets, a crisp Bartlett pear, a sprig of fresh lavender.
We all love pie. And Pi. So on Pi Day 2019, we figured it was only right to celebrate with this new scent! Yes, it’s like warm apple pie with melty vanilla ice cream. What could be more American than that? Whether you celebrate today because you love physics or because you love dessert, we can all agree that today is worth celebrating. So put on every pie episode of Great British Bake Off, eat a piece of pie, attempt to memorize as many numbers of Pi as you can (we’re up to 24), and order a bottle of this nerdy new scent.
Scent notes: freshly picked apples from one of those hipster apple orchards where everyone goes to wear flannel, beanies, and pick gigantic bushels of apples and take a ton of pictures for Instagram, except the apples are actually delicious and worth it, And those apples are in a pie. A delicious, warm pie. With melty vanilla ice cream and spices. Damn, math is awesome.
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.
Elixir is that awesome hippy-witchy girl you knew in college who could cure hangovers with her kooky-yet-delicious breakfast smoothies, knew the name of every plant, and gave the best advice on love with her dead-on tarot card readings. She was late to every get-together, yet nobody was ever angry with her, because she always came bearing gifts: a special blend of tea she concocted just for you, or homemade cookies, or a fancy bottle of wine that nobody could pronounce. Elixir is quirky, unexpected, and completely delightful. While she’s definitely related to her sister, Potion, they are very different.
Scent notes: juicy orange blossom, white musk, sugary marshmallow, freshly-picked kumquat, a field of lavender, and a dash of bubbly, sweet champagne.
Potion is Elixir’s older, edgier sister. She’s the bad witch, the one who wears all black, puts her eyeliner on thick, lights her house almost exclusively with candles, dresses as Stevie Nicks for every Halloween, and would rather drink whiskey than any herbal tea blend her sister crafts (no offense, Elixir). She’s a wizard with herbs, however, and brews incredible tinctures and poultices for every type of ailment. She’s always late but nobody ever says anything because they’re afraid of her and reliant on her quick wit and incredible knowledge of seemingly everything. Her library is vast, and she’s never without a book or magazine.
Cream Tea is inspired by our second-favorite caffeinated beverage: a warm mug of creamy, frothy, caffeine-injected tea. A blend of chai tea, burnt sugar, white musk, warm milk, and hot scones slathered with raspberry jam and honey, Cream Tea will make you feel warm, cozy, and secure on cold winter Mondays when you have to get out of bed and go to work and deal with the most awful thing in the world: your coworkers. We’re shuddering just thinking about it. But it's okay; Cream Tea is here to keep you positive when you'd otherwise be screaming internally since Janet can't seem to understand that she doesn't have to Reply All. She’ll never learn, but you'll smell so good, it won't even matter.
Scent notes: Hot milky chai tea, fresh scones slathered with raspberry jam and honey
You've always been the kind of woman who makes men anxious, and you consider that one of your best qualities. Never afraid to speak up, and never willing to back down for the sake of “keeping the peace,” or “acting like a goddamn lady for once, Jesus,” you've been called a lot of names over the years, and those don't phase you either. (We won't list all the names here because a) there's too many, and b) you would think people could be more original or inventing with their insults, like, use your imagination, damn!) What are you exactly? Some may say a femme fatale, killing it in a red dress and lips to match. We’re reclaiming the idea of a Mouthy Broad: the woman who gives no shits, drinks all the whiskey, and smashes the empty bottle on the floor and screams, “Another!” This scent will bring out the Mouthy Broad in anyone, and we think that's a very good thing.
Scent notes: a cloud of cigar smoke, freshly picked roses, a full glass of whiskey
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?”
He stops snivelling, wipes his nose, and looks at you incredulously. “Is this a trick?” he growls.
“No, seriously, come over here. Sit down, have a s’more.”
Designed with delightful creepiness in mind (hence the incredible label), this is a bit different from our usual scents. Think of this perfume as, for example, what the little old ladies in Arsenic and Old Lace or maybe a woman in a Hitchcock movie is wearing while murder is happening.
“Yup, two corpses, everything’s fine.”
Scent notes: Freshly cut jasmine, Egyptian geranium, oud, a lavender field, eucalyptus, a musky attic.
This is, no joke, sex in a bottle. A blend of decadent dark chocolate, sweet honey, and amber, Afterglow is delicious and sexy; the perfect scent to wear on a date, a night out, to that wedding where you know you’ll see your ex with his new lady and you want to remind him of what he's missing even though you'll never go back to that assbutt ever again, or just to the office on days when you want to feel your most confident and remind your male colleagues that you are, in fact, better at your job than they are, dammit. Who can resist someone who smells like a slutty s’more, in the best way possible? Nobody, and that’s the point. If you need to add a little excitement to your life, or just want to smell dirty and decadent at the same time, you need Afterglow. You’ll thank us in the morning.
Scent notes: Rich Dark Chocolate, Warm Honey, Dark Amber
Sea Glass is the perfect beachy, summer scent. It’s a siren, washed ashore, feasting on mangos and coconuts and luring men to their demise. It’s a juicy book read discreetly on your Kindle so nobody knows why, exactly, you’re smiling so devilishly under your sunhat. It’s expensive sunscreen slathered on a lover’s back before they go take a dip in the ocean. It’s the confidence to wear that bathing suit because, yes queen, you DO look amazing.
Scent notes: Juicy mango, ripe yuzu, whipped coconut cream, sea moss, pure honey from the comb, Tahitian vanilla, salty spray.
Ah, summertime. Sunshine, warm weather, and spending lots of time outdoors with friends while drinking delicious (alcoholic) beverages.
But wait? What’s that noise? Ah, fuck, mosquito attack! Nothing ruins a fun day out in nature quite like bloodsucking insects, your ex included. Most bug sprays are full of chemicals and smell disgusting, but we’ve come up with a blend of essential oils that have been scientifically tested and proven to repel insects nearly as effectively as commercial chemical sprays, while still smelling good to you, a human.
Get Off Me, Nature! Is a blend of citronella, lemon eucalyptus, galangal (which is nearly as effective as DEET in similar quantities), juniper, and clove, so you’ll actually smell good while repelling mosquitos, beetles, and other unwelcome bug guests. No guarantee on protection from bloodsucking exes, however; you’ll have to take care of that yourself.
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
All of our designer dupes and scent notes are listed below. They do not have individual links, instead they are all purchased through the same listing with a dropdown menu. Click the word 'Dupes' above to go straight there. All dupes are made with our house label, with the dupe name handwritten on.
1000 Kisses (apricot, mandarin, deep resins)
25:43 (lime, tonka bean, lemongrass, vanilla, ylang ylang and litsea)
29 High Street (lime, sandalwood, tonka, ylang ylang)
Alkmaar (jasmine, vetivert)
All Good Things (booze, candyfloss, and black pepper)
Amandopondo (rose absolute and a citrus twist of lemon and orange oils)
American Cream (vanilla, strawberry, orange, honey, sweet milk)
Angel's Delight (fruit punch)
Avobath (lime, lemongrass)
Bathos (violet, clove)
Big (salt, citrus)
Breath of God (neroli, sandalwood, virginia cedar, incense, amalfi lemon, melon, rose, ylang-ylang, vetiver, grapefruit, black pepper, juniper)
Brightside (tangerine, Sicilian mandarin, bergamot, and gardenia)
Calacas / Calavera / Day of the Dead (lime, orange, neroli, olibanum)
Candy Fluff (pear, sweet notes, cotton candy, vanilla and cherry)