Room 237 • FZOTIC - Bruno Fazzolari

The angelica and costus give it this strange, almost medicinal greenness that dries down into something oddly comforting—like clean skin after a thunderstorm. I’ve worn it three days straight and keep catching myself sniffing my wrist.

I've never smelled anything quite like the vinyl note sitting underneath all that soft floral—it's unsettling in the best way, like a memory you can't place. The costus and musk keep it from ever feeling too pretty, and I keep catching whiffs of it hours later that make me stop mid-task.

The angelica and green notes give it a sharp, almost cold opening that mellows into something strangely cozy—like a greenhouse after rain. I keep catching whiffs of the opoponax hours later, and it’s the kind of scent that makes you want to reapply just to watch it change again.