🧪 Fragrance Profile
Perfumer: Régime des Fleurs
Nose: Alia Raza & Chloe Sevigny
Origin: New York
Season: All seasons
Kelley’s Notes
Little Flower is an overgrown garden hidden behind a rusted wrought-iron gate, air thick with rose blossoms. It is a Victorian manor shrouded in candlelight, where dark velvet drapes cloak rooms in mystery and sconces drip wax like slow time. Secret passageways and tendrils of incense twist into nowhere. Dust settles on the spines of forgotten books. Wine-colored rugs absorb the light, and somewhere—a room you’ve never entered—comes the sound of a child’s laughter, airy as perfume in an empty hall. It is mystery and séance, spellcraft and shadow—haunting, delicate, and impossible to pin down.
When to Wear
Anoint yourself with Little Flower when you long to be a Victorian ghost—ethereal ungraspable, your presence felt more than seen. Wear it for candlelit chess with a stranger whose eyes suggest secrets, or for a rainy afternoon in a library café, your coat shedding droplets onto tiled floors as you cradle a mug of bergamot tea and lose yourself in a weathered book. Let it accompany low-voiced philosophy on the couch, silk draped over your shoulders, hair a little wild, time unhurried and the air thick with possibility.
Fragrance Notes
Top: Blackcurrant Bud, Pomelo, Peony
Heart: Ottoman Rose, Honeysuckle, Black Tea, Bleeding Heart
Base: Palo Santo, Gaiuac Wood, Musk
Pair It With
A lush silk scarf tied around your neck, a worn copy of Rebecca, and an air of mystery and melancholy.
Witch’s Work
Uncork Little Flower and feel the weight of the bottle in your hands. Close your eyes. Anoint the hollow of your throat, the curve of your wrists, the small compass points behind your knees. With each spritz, breathe in and imagine a garden blooming behind your ribs—roses opening in slow motion, vines twining around your bones, blackcurrants ripening in the heat of your pulse.
Whisper a truth you’ve never said aloud, letting the words coil through the air like smoke from a candle just snuffed. See yourself as a flicker in the corner of a stranger’s eye, the ghost of a smile that lingers when you leave the room.
Walk into your evening like you are walking into a velvet-draped séance, certain that everyone you pass can feel the spell settling on their skin.
Wow, wicked description 👍