"I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell... I can 'taste' your stink! And every time I do, I fear that I have somehow been infected by it." — Agent Smith, The Matix

*This scent isn't for everyone. No fragrance is. But that's what drives me, what inspires me.
Every one of my signature scents is blended from scratch, by hand - by me - the weirdo in her Mad Scientist laboratory - created for the weirdos, by a weirdo.*

The stench of existence isn't pleasant. It's acrid, pungent, and yet... strangely intoxicating?
The notes of this bizarre blend shouldn't work, but somehow they just do -- just in a very peculiar way.
Who knew putrefaction could smell so sweet?
This fragrance opens with a straight mainline of rotting fruit, followed closely by a sharp, caustic chemical burn.
Hints of wet cement are carried through on wisps of dust and mildew, settling on old wood like a damp basement that has a history of flood damage.
Does this smell good?
Yes.
Should it? 
No.
Should you add it to your ultra niche fragrance collection?
Absolutely

Yourself, your favorite future corpse, or gifting to a beloved friend, in-law, family member, or spouse!


This exquisite fine fragrance boasts the signature Berkshire Bathery blend of highest quality fragrance notes, expertly crafted by hand and macerated in glass decanters for months, resulting in a highly concentrated composition known in the perfume world as extrait. 

It is here that the nexus of chemistry and artistry fuse into one masterpiece in the form of wearable art, leaving a lasting olfactory impression on everyone you meet.