The Story
Why it exists.
Josh Meyer designed Slow Explosions to do what the name promises, build slowly, then detonate. The 2016 release came from the Portland studio where Meyer has spent years treating fragrance formulas like paragraphs, each one structured to deliver a beginning, a conflict, and a resolution. The brief here was straightforward: apple, rose, leather. What emerged, after months of iteration, was something that began as a polite fruity-spicy and refused to stay that way.
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Drumming
Brian Eno
The Beginning
Josh Meyer designed Slow Explosions to do what the name promises, build slowly, then detonate. The 2016 release came from the Portland studio where Meyer has spent years treating fragrance formulas like paragraphs, each one structured to deliver a beginning, a conflict, and a resolution. The brief here was straightforward: apple, rose, leather. What emerged, after months of iteration, was something that began as a polite fruity-spicy and refused to stay that way.
The apple-rose-saffron opening reads like a love letter. The leather-saffron drydown reads like the aftermath. Cashmeran provides the softness underneath, warmth that doesn't apologize for existing. Benzoin adds a resinous sweetness that makes the smoke feel earned rather than imposed. The tension between these elements is the whole point: sweet enough to seduce, dry enough to stay.
The Evolution
The opening hits bright and fruity, apple and rose front and center, with saffron adding clean heat underneath. For the first thirty minutes, it reads almost delicate. Then the leather arrives. Not aggressively, but with increasing confidence, as if it knows it has the room. The rose deepens into something wine-like, almost boozy. By hour two, the composition is all leather and warm spice, with the apple and florals becoming a memory. The drydown holds for hours, moderate sillage, but what it leaves on skin the next morning is smoke and sweetness, still intertwined.
Cultural Impact
Slow Explosions occupies an unusual space in the niche fragrance world, sweet enough to attract, bold enough to challenge. Imaginary Authors built its catalog on story-first compositions, and this one delivers on that premise: a fragrance that becomes something different on skin than it appears at first spray. For wearers curious about leather but wary of heavy masculine tropes, the apple-rose opening provides an accessible entry point before the drydown makes its statement.
The House
United States · Est. 2012
Imaginary Authors is a Portland‑based niche fragrance house that frames scent as a narrative medium. Founded in 2012, the label releases limited‑edition perfumes, scented soaps and hand‑poured soy wax candles that reference literary forms such as memoirs, mosaics and secret journals. Each launch arrives with a story‑driven name and a modest glass bottle that lets the fragrance speak for itself. The brand’s catalogue spans more than a decade, from the debut Memoirs Of A Trespasser (2012) to the recent First Peach of the Season (2026), offering collectors a curated library of olfactory chapters.
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The opening tension of rose and apple gives way to something darker, leather smoke, warm saffron. This is the scent of a room that remembers the night before. A quiet confidence that doesn't announce itself.
Drumming
Brian Eno





























