SKL SP

SKL SP

Engine that turns the cogs siphoned with the Victorian Age and fine tuned ladies and gentlemen dressed partly of science and mechanics with the scent of persuasion and dapper.

I was given the opportunity by Emerson and Jacek to create perfumed scents that I would wear daily, but with the VApothecary feel. For the name I chose, SKL, to resonate the feel of a cemetery or hallowed ground where I envisioned ghosts dressed up for a Ball dancing to a symphonic old wooden phonograph, the kind you have to wind to start up. The big brass needle starts out resonating cracks and bumps through the brass horn that sits atop and then the music of violin and cello begin and soft creeping piano keys are stuck all while the ghosts are spinning and spinning in dance and lifting up the fog from underfoot and creating an eerie dance march of death.

The SP, the mechanism of a steam age. Why just the letters? I am a great fiend of the old typewriter and it struck me one day to deduce the keys would be the name of this and future perfume oils that I would want to wear.

A little about me. My name is Seth Kincaid, I am the other half of VApothecary and while I do more of the mathematical elements of perfume, I too am a perfumist. I studied in France for a year before the chemistry of such studies bored me and began to suppress the artist in me. Sure, I could have worked another two years at the compounds and fixtures of science but scent to me cannot be so controlled that it loses the natural sense of smell. Sometimes it should just be what it is and a dash of imagination.

I grew up in Eastern Europe and as a boy I always had a fondness to the exotic flowers my Mother would pick on the hill outside our family home. She would sit and discuss the flowers with me from her many books and we would enjoy the intricacies of the veins, the colours and the scents they sometimes exuded. She told me once, "Seth, not all flowers have scent, at least not all that we can smell," and I interrupted her with a 'why', "because we all have our purpose as does a flower and those that drink from its nectar," and I remember exclaiming, "Like butterflies and bees!"

"Yes, like butterflies, bees, birds and many tiny insects. Everything in its own way is a mechanism for something else."

This is where my interpretation of steampunk became a part of my being. I would see cogs in everything and much like Emerson sees shapes in everything that create art for him, I see things that shape other things in their simplistic being in order to make itself something even bigger in the world.

This is the SKL mechanic for both undead male and recently crossed-over female, when applied on the skeleton, may the perfume resonate where once flesh sat for a wonderful evening of dancing a dance march of death.

Damp woods, Aged Velvet Crystal Vanilla, the scent of old linen in a coffin, a touch of graveyard musk and a sentient of mystery.

This will become deeper with age and resonate in both hot and cold climate. Wear SKL during the time leading up to Halloween or a dance after the midnight hour, in a haunted cemetery.