LYNCH AKA SMOKED STYRAX

"Owls are not what they seem."

LYNCH is a hypnotic and enigmatic olfactory presence – a gateway to a parallel reality, an aromatic tribute to David Lynch, a symbolic consciousness that shaped the creator's inner universe.

This composition, signed by Daniele Muratori Caputo in collaboration with perfumers Leonardo Opali and Paolo Cerizza, debuts as a red curtain that slowly rises, revealing a world of dreams and restlessness. Like a portal that opens into the fog of the forests of Twin Peaks, the fragrance floats in suspension between dream and nightmare. Time curves, like a rewound magnetic cassette.

LYNCH AKA SMOKED STYRAX is a fragrance that lives at the intersection of the abyss of the unconscious – a noir, dense and enigmatic essence, which burns slowly, like a smoldering fire that never goes out. The top notes evoke the image of a loaded RR Diner meal: the hypnotic sweetness of the cherry tart intertwines with the damp wood of the forest, creating an illusory sensation of domestic warmth. But everything is a mask, and night jasmine whispers a disturbing reality.

The saffron, dry and dusty, refers to the desert scenes of Lost Highway, where love becomes spectral. At the heart of the composition, the forest comes to life: smoky accents of leather, tobacco and styrax fill the atmosphere with shadows and mysterious symbols.

The base is a distant reverberation, a whisper coming from Black Lodge – obscure resins, telluric oud and nocturnal muscle that leaves behind a dreamy imprint, like a fragment of reality that falls apart when you wake up. A dark vanilla, like a moonless night, remains suspended in memory.

Where's the coffee note, you ask? You will discover it in 25 years.

LYNCH is the first creation in the GOLDENCOLLECTION – a tribute to souls with an almost paranormal influence on the life of the creator. Lynch did not have to be known in order to be understood: every film, every pause, every enigma was coded messages addressed to consciousness.

LYNCH AKA SMOKED STYRAX is not just a perfume. It is a portal. A dream born from a nightmare. Spray it and you may hear the voice of someone whispering your name... the other way around.

It's time to get your Garmonbozia.