Feral. As. Fuck.

Since this is a scent that is released once a year, it is limited edition and therefore ineligible for return.

You’ve heard of Goth As Fuck, and sure, that’s great for most days when you want to smell like an eerie abandoned church or a head shop from your youth. But what about when you feel the overwhelming urge to give up on society, rip off all your clothes and run into the woods, screaming and covering yourself in leaves and what you hope is just an extremely large mud puddle? That, my friend, is where Feral As Fuck comes in. For the days when being a person in society is just not possible. Sorry, job, family, friends, responsibilities: we’re completely feral today. You’re just going to have to wait while we hide under our blankets eating trash and hissing at anyone who comes near. 

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. Guaiac wood and patchouli, and a whisper of black jasmine, and wait … what’s that smell? Oh wow, yeah, that’s some animalic musk right there. Whoa. Intense, feral, but oddly satisfying when mixed with all the other scents of this clearly spooky cathedral.