Combines dried tobacco leaves with incense and spices, with a hint of citrus or tropical at first. The aroma begins with blood orange and tobacco. The blood orange here is skillfully placed to balance the austerity and dryness of the tobacco. The heart is a carpet of vanilla and sandalwood, with spices. The whole fragrance is a delicious warmth that envelops your whole body. The tobacco feels hand-rolled in vanilla.
Notes: Blood orange, tobacco, spices, vanilla, sandalwood, oud and incense.
Broken Theories by Kerosene combines dried tobacco leaves with incense and spices, with a hint of citrus or tropical at first.
The aroma begins with blood orange and tobacco, and tobacco takes the lead in the presentations. The blood orange here is skillfully placed to balance the austerity and dryness of the tobacco. There is richness and ripeness of fruit crushed at first, and that little citrus snap helps prevent its receptors from fading prematurely as it absorbs the rest of the fragrance. The heart is a carpet of vanilla and sandalwood, with spices engraved on the hand-woven kilim carpet. The whole fragrance blooms here to a large extent, in a delicious warmth that envelops your whole body. The tobacco feels hand-rolled in vanilla.
Dark corners of a room seem to creep and reach out as the midnight clouds steal the last remaining shards of moonlight. Memories of smokey dreams are lost within your mind. Ruminating over the scent of mystery and nightfall, the fire you went through drifts along the air, the spices of heartache linger on the skin. Assured, you know morning will come, the darkness will subside, and the theory that everything remains dreadful will be smashed and broken.
Additional information
Size
Eau de Parfum 100ml
Olfactory group
Oriental
Gender
Man and Woman
Nose
John Pegg
Country
United States
Year
2015
Perfumer
I was born and raised in St. Clair, Michigan, about an hour north of Detroit. Where I’m from, if you didn’t work in the automobile field, you were most likely unemployed. While each factory may produce a different car part, every factory was exactly the same: Production and Numbers. To get out of that scene, I learned how to paint and wrench on motorcycles. As I worked, I loved the scent of dirt, grease, oil and sometimes blood from a busted knuckle. I’ve always been captivated by scents; gasoline, stamped steel, plastic, trees, earth, and eventually a name was forged: Kerosene.
After smelling everything I could get my snout on, I felt it was time to see if I could combine the right notes and create something special. My goal for my scents will always follow my three ingredients; raw, unique, and approachable.
With the scents, I wanted the bottle design to match. So I put my painting talents to work, and little did I know my factory production background would come in good use. Each bottle will be unique, always painted with high quality automotive paint and clear coat. The result is as if a shiny, classic metallic Ford collided with perfume, as songs by The Cure resonate out of the peaky tiny speakers from a clunky 8-track player.
Hailing from Michigan, which is frigid about seven months of the year, I am naturally attracted to warm notes. Amber, woods, and spices, they do it for me and make their way into a lot of what I do. I’m a simple person, however, my scents won’t be.
