hidden.misha

Moth is exactly that Goth-Moth. The fragrance opens with a dusty-dry powderiness, but is immediately cut through by an extremely present, smoky clove that gives the whole thing a weird, almost metallic-cold edge. Beneath it blooms an uncannily elegant, dark honey sweetness, paired with cold jasmine tea and the deep, woody-animalic vibe of an old fur coat. An absolute masterpiece caught between historical dust, cool design, and dark romance.

This fragrance is an absolute experience and a masterful construction of opposites. From the very first second, the intense and cozy smell of a freshly baked vanilla cake, just taken hot out of the oven, fills the room. At the same time, there is a dense and incredibly palpable note in the air that smells exactly as if you were already kneading the raw dough for the next batch with your hands. Right into this warm and dense aura, an extremely green and lifelike layer mingles from the start. It smells incredibly authentic, like freshly harvested lettuce that is still completely unwashed and to which the damp earth literally clings. This raw botanical nature is perfectly rounded off by a very clear and slightly sweet sugared carrot. An extremely exciting and creative architecture, where pure botany and a warm bakery coexist completely unexpectedly and harmoniously. In terms of craftsmanship, this is fantastically implemented, but for me personally, it is ultimately a gourmand that is simply too delicious and makes you hungry while wearing it.

Don't let the hype drive you crazy. Everyone acts as if T-Rex were an unwearable monster, but that's only because people spray it on paper strips and panic immediately. On warm skin, it's a completely different world. I was initially intimidated to spray it myself, but it's not brutal at all. Yes, it starts off smoky, but it's definitely not a dull campfire. The dark, smoky wood is immediately cut through by a spicy, almost cool freshness—thanks to the blend of neroli, nutmeg, and bay leaf. If you give the fragrance some time, beautiful fresh flowers and something slightly fruity emerge from these ashes due to the osmanthus, which also gives the whole thing a very subtle leather nuance. It basically smells exactly like walking past conifer trees in the cold winter as they drop their hard resin. In the neighborhood, people are lighting their stoves, that woody smoke wafts towards you, and right beneath that snow and smoke, the flower bed of the elderly lady next door suddenly tries to emerge. The fragrance melts incredibly well with warm skin and becomes surprisingly close to the body. It feels like thick, warm winter clothing protecting the body from the cold—only here, the perfume itself warms exactly the spot where you sprayed it.