Freyja's Daughters
Southern Gothic Eau de Toilette 30ml
Southern Gothic Eau de Toilette 30ml
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Southern Gothic, our graveyard blooms, is a powdery floral steeped in softness and shadow. Our Southern Gothic perfume opens with the intoxicating scent of night blooming jasmine and black violet, lush, nocturnal, and gently overgrown. Powdered sugarcane lends a delicate sweetness, like dust on forgotten lace, while smooth velvet, dried rose buds and bay leaf evoke the hush of parlor rooms and faded grandeur. Incense lingers like memory, warm and spectral.
This is haunted femininity- beautiful, ghostly, and tender.
A scent for those drawn to the romance of ruin, elegant decay, and the quiet power of what endures.
There are whispers across the South of mourning belles who drift through graveyards, trailing the scent of ghost flowers in their wake. Some speak of the Lady in White of Selma, Alabama, gliding between tombstones in search of a love lost to war. Others recall Alice Flagg of coastal Carolina, buried in her bridal gown, still clutching the memory of a forbidden ring.
These women prim, poised, and heartbroken, leave behind more than legend. They leave an atmosphere: heavy with night-blooming jasmine and shadowed violets, a hush of perfume that clings to the air like memory. Their presence lingers in the hush of dusk, in the bloom of moonflowers that open only for the dead.
We couldn’t choose just one muse for Southern Gothic. This fragrance is a tribute to them all. A spectral bouquet for every Southern belle who loved too deeply, mourned too long, and left behind a trail of petals no storm could wash away.
Smells like: Sweet Southern Charm, Decadent decay, Romantic Ruin, Fading elegance.
Notes of: Night blooming Jasmine, Black Violets, Dried rosebuds, Haunting graveyard mists, powdered sugarcane, velvet and moss.
(Jasmine, Orris root, Nag champa, Rose, Resins, Moss, and vetiver)
Inspired by: The many southern belles who linger in heartbreak, mourning and loss. The vibe often found in the south where you can almost taste the searching.
