Silvertree

Orris root and white sandalwood, amber silk, Oman frankincense, pine needles, and velvet mosses.

Dusty stone and creaking oak floorboards, frankincense smoke, crumbling vellum, beeswax drippings, fossilized amber, and soft, brown, hand-worn leather.

Apple cider and pumpkin puree warmed by clove, nutmeg, cinnamon, orange peel, and brown sugar.

Flame-scorched rum and sweet brandy with lemon juice and sugar.

Sheer frankincense, bourbon vanilla skin musk, and sugar.

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A vision of wild grasses and ancient oaks, wild strawberries, Baltic amber, lily of the valley, black hellebore accord, twinflower petals, crushed heather, leaf sap, red currant, crab apples, and diaphanous, sheer lilac musk.

Starry musk and smoldering pink peppercorn ashes cascading into a snowdrift.

Rose sandalwood, lavender buds, lilac, coconut milk, ambrette seed, wild rose, red grapefruit, and honeysuckle.

A big hunk of homemade fruitcake soaking in 90 proof.

A chilly interpretation of BPAL’s Snake Oil: sweet, spiced musk with a crunch of snow and frost-hardened patchouli.

Yeet 2022’s sorrows into the void: blackened lavender, red labdanum, opoponax, Oman frankincense, champaca orchid, sweet aged patchouli, and tobacco absolute.

Black leather, lightning-lit white musk, a splash of schmancy Victorian fougere, and a snap of ozone.

White gardenia petals, coconut meat, tobacco flower, white amber, orris root, violet absolute, red benzoin, tuberose, white tea, mugwort, and sheer vanilla.

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A rootbeer float encased in cedarwood.

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Candy canes speared through a plump lump of marshmallow.

Frosted sandalwood, vanilla slush, cacao, and myrrh.

Champagne and marshmallows.

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Here’s a soothing scent to counter the world’s harshness: the pillowy warmth of strawberry cotton candy, cooled with a gentle breath of blueberry vanilla mint.

Funny how much better Lilith looks in my clothes than I do! This is the scent of generations of children raiding their parents closets: my grandmother and mothers Chanel No. 5, my father and grandfathers Lilac Vegetal, my Snake Oil, and Liliths lavender blossoms. I ordered Closet Raid because I love the notes, and also because I remember how I used to love trying on my mom's clothes, and watching her get ready to go out. She's more of a Chanel No. 19 aficionado; I can still remember how special it felt when she dabbed the tiniest amount of scent on my wrists and behind my ears. In the bottle, Closet Raid is a smooth, elegant, heady fragrance. I get little wafts of soft florals, like sachets fastened to hangers releasing their sweet scent, and a slight touch of something soapy-clean, like an old-fashioned aftershave. Wet, I get mostly a sweet and powdery aroma. I'm not a huge fan of this stage of the drydown, but it's very short-lived. Which is great, because... Dry, Closet Raid is glorious. It's one of those classic huff-your-wrist scents, a rich Snake-Oil-and-purple-flowers blend with resins and florals melding together to form a glowing, sophisticated whole. It reads as "warm" to me, but it's polished, not earthy. There's a little hint of the aftershave/cologne; I tend not to classify scents as "masculine" vs. "feminine," but if it's helpful I would call Closet Raid unisex. I could see putting this on as a going-out scent, and putting the smallest drop of scent on the inside of my daughter's wrist while I'm getting ready. Closet Raid holds a special place both in my collection and my heart.