STRIGOI

Born from grave soil and whispered legend, this scent carries the allure of the cursed undead—the strigoi who slip through cracks in the veil, scenting blood and memory in the dark.

Jasmine – Night-blooming and heady, this flower trails behind the strigoi like a shroud of beauty—used in rites to mask death, now luring the living with unnatural grace.

Red Berries – Juicy and red as spilled offerings, they echo the old tales of strigoi who feast in secret, hungering for warmth, love, and lifeblood.

Dark Plum – Lush and overripe, the fruit of ruin—symbolizing the bloated sweetness of a body that should have rotted, but walks still.

White Amber – Pale and bone-like, this note captures the eerie glow of moonlight on disturbed graves, clean and cold as the linen once wrapped around the dead.

They are the scent beneath your window. The chill in the room after midnight. This is no vampire of silk and seduction—it is the ancient hunger that wears the face of someone you loved.