Funerie

What makes Funerie unusual is what it refuses to leave out. Where most fragrances smooth over decomposition, the mushrooms, the decay, the fungal earth that sits between green forest and bare soil, this one puts it in the opening act. Morel mushroom doesn't smell like food here. It smells like forest floor, like the damp mineral underside of things left alone long enough. The dried rose isn't romantic, it's past that. It smells like petals left on stone, petals no one picked. Together with smoke, leather, and heavy resin, these notes form a composition that doesn't flinch from what happens to organic matter when it's left to the elements.

The evolution

The opening hits with a dense cloud of smoke, not BBQ, not pipe smoke, but the smoke of something that's burned completely down. Pinewood charring. Paper-ash stillness. Beneath it, leather arrives quickly, followed by dried rose petals scattered across warm skin. The mushroom note reveals itself within the first hour, and this is where opinion splits. Some noses read it as earthy, mineral, grounding. Others catch something closer to decay, not unpleasant, just honest about what forests actually smell like when you walk into them after rain. The incense deepens. Frankincense and myrrh curl through the smoke like they're fighting for space. Oud sits in the base, resinous and dark, not the loud kind, the kind that sits and waits. By hour three, the smoke settles but doesn't leave. The rose has gone fully dry, petal-and-dust territory. Tobacco emerges as a quiet sweetness, preventing everything from tipping into pure austerity.